[ Michael flinches, startling himself. It takes him a moment to recover. Caught off-guard by the force of his own reaction. He tears his eyes away, looking anywhere but at the other man.
It wouldn't be the first time he's stepped on his own foot.
He's not ready to dance, yet. Not with a woman. Not without her. There are worlds between him and Sara, whose life he ruined, and heart he broke, but she's still the only woman on his mind.
No matter how hard he tries to forget her. For both their sakes. ]
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It wouldn't be the first time he's stepped on his own foot.
He's not ready to dance, yet. Not with a woman. Not without her. There are worlds between him and Sara, whose life he ruined, and heart he broke, but she's still the only woman on his mind.
No matter how hard he tries to forget her. For both their sakes. ]
Probably. Couldn't you?