"Watch you sleep?" Michael repeated Bridget's request, his voice laced with disbelief and a hint of concern. The situation had rapidly shifted from playful banter to an intimate, somewhat precarious scenario. Earlier in the evening, the idea of pursuing a romantic relationship had been a light-hearted suggestion, yet now here he was, standing in Bridget's hotel room, faced with her looking both vulnerable and expectantly at him. Despite the surprising turn of events, Michael found it impossible to refuse her.
"Okay...I'll stay until you fall asleep," Michael agreed, his tone firm yet gentle. "But let's keep it at that, okay? I have a lot of respect for you, Bridget, and I don't want us to rush into anything or do something we might regret later."
Bridget's eyes sparkled with a mischievous light, and she couldn't resist teasing him a bit. "Do things that you might regret? Like what?" she prodded playfully, a soft smile dancing on her lips.
