I frowned. "What do you mean, 'what changed'?"
Michael crossed his legs and leaned onto the armrest at his side.
I can't believe I'm actually saying this… but even I had to admit that under the natural lighting provided by the mid-morning sunrays pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he looked really handsome.
There was something about the messy black curls and those baggy dark circles under his eyes that intensified his appeal.
My frown deepened into a scowl.
I had heard people claim that grief makes a person more attractive, but was it actually true? Should I ever try it?
Unbeknownst to my ADHD-fueled internal ramblings, Michael clarified, "I mean, why do you even care so much about Julia brushing you off? What exactly has changed between then and now?"
I wanted to bash my head against the nearest marble pillar.
Because that was exactly the problem, wasn't it? I didn't have a single clue what had changed!
