Allyson's POV
Michael sensed my reluctance and stepped closer, his powerful arms wrapping around my waist as he drew me against his chest.
"What is it?" His tone remained soft but carried an undertone of concern, worry creasing his brow.
I managed what I hoped looked like a genuine smile, praying he couldn't detect the alarm bells screaming in my head. "It's nothing... I'm just caught off guard."
"I realize we decided to keep things between us quiet, but I felt it was the right moment."
My throat constricted. The right moment for what exactly?
"Isn't that rushing things a bit?"
The question escaped before I could catch it.
A slight crease appeared between his eyebrows. "Perhaps... but I'm certain about what I want." His thumb traced my cheekbone tenderly.
