[Loner]

Resisting the urge to pull Amy into his arms and kiss her, Michael let her go and wandered into the kitchen, grabbing a bottled water from the fridge and taking a few thirsty gulps. The combination of alcohol and dancing had left him parched, and as the cool water flowed down his throat he sighed contentedly. "I wonder what she was referring to when she said she had some things she hoped I'd like," he said quietly as he collapsed onto the couch and leaned back into the cushions.

He was briefly tempted to turn on the TV and start surfing, but decided it would be insensitive, so he instead wandered over to a nearby bookshelf and started perusing. Amy's interests in literature ran far and wide, spaced out occasionally by some of the books that he'd bought her, like a few of the novels of the Dresden Files. Grabbing one of the later books, he settled back onto the couch and let his mind drift between reading and daydreaming.

The dancing earlier had been just as much fun as he'd hoped - they'd even had a brief chance to try out the Charleston step they'd been practicing at home. The feel of Amy in his arms, the smell of her shampoo tickling his nostrils...yes, he was most assuredly looking forward to going back in a couple of weeks.

Glancing up as Amy made her way back into the living room, Michael got to his feet and walked over, setting the book down on the kitchen counter and wrapping an arm around her waist. "You look great," he said, his eyes tracking over her and the clothes she'd slipped into.