Chapter 237

The next morning, when Cassandra Tate woke up, she was surprised to find Michael Sinclair still lying next to her. At this hour, he usually would’ve been long gone to work. She figured he must be super tired, and was trying to quietly slip out of bed. But before she could even move, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her right back into his arms. "I... Did I wake you?" Cassandra bit her lip. "Should I get up and let you sleep a little longer?" Michael didn’t let go. "Stay a bit longer." "I can't. I have to head over to my parents’ place today." "I can go with you," he mumbled, nudging the top of her head with his chin, clearly unwilling to let her go. Cassandra chuckled. "You wanna come with? What if I get into a fight—then what?" Michael laughed too. "You? Throw hands?" "Of course! I'm not that easy to mess with, you know~" She had started to really let loose around him lately, ditching her usual cautiousness. Her words seemed to spark something in Michael—he suddenly broke into a soft l