I was so surprised that I just sat there with my mouth agape, staring at him. The other three sitting on the table were also quite flabbergasted.
"It's not a black eye, Michael…" Ash's face looked so perplexed that it would have been comical if I weren't so confused myself.
"It's that what Shiner means? I just thought it meant somebody with a shiny bump or something," Michael said, smiling.
Then he did something so unnatural that I could have fallen off the bench from whiplash. Michael lifted his hand up to my forehead—just above my bump—and caressed the skin lightly, his winning smile still expertly plastered on his face.
