lionheartedphoenix replied to your post:"How about a hug, hm?"
âI smell like strawberries, definitely strawberries. I couldnât help myself. Forgive this sinner.â stated the ebony-haired before engulfing her in a gigantic hug.
As childish as it was, Jules giggled and nuzzled into her...friend? Sure, that was probably the best thing to call Michael, she thought, taking in the familiar scent of her own shampoo.
âNothing that needs to be forgiven.â She reassured. âJust good to have you back.â
She couldnât decide if it was Michael himself that sheâd missed, or his support. After all, heâd always been the one who pushed her to make her relationship with Jackson work out. So, although she hated to admit it even to herself, it probably had to do with her missing Jack as well, and that strange sense of that old life that Michael reminded her of.








