"Softie? ''
Diana's cheeks burned and she quickly let go of him, clearing her throat.
"I don't know what you're talking about." She said and started walking towards the exit.
Michael laughed and followed after her. When she held him and spoke sweetly back there, he connected the dots, and knew she was doing it for Melissa.
He didn't think she would feel jealous because of her. He didn't even remotely like her, but if it made her uncomfortable, he was going to draw a line.
Putting his hands into his pockets, he followed her,
She walked for a moment and she turned back and saw he was following her and she nervously increased her steps.
"So you think I'm a softie?''
Michael asked jokingly,
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"I don't think you'll think the same after I get you pinned under me,"
