The next couple of weeks pass in a surreal blur, with Michael doting on me like it's his full-time job. He leaves home for work much later than usual and returns shockingly early, never leaving my side except when absolutely necessary. Even though he never comes right out to say he loves me, his constant presence in my day-to-day life makes me feel cherished and loved in ways I never imagined possible. When the second month rolls around, I realize I'm nowhere near ready for my license test, so I push it back another month.
Half of that is Michael's fault, distracting me with sex when I'm supposed to be studying. So I end up finally booting him out the house one morning, telling him to go back to his usual routine instead of hovering over me like a horny shadow. He sulks but agrees—though his absence doesn't do a damn thing to ease my distraction.
