I glance over my shoulder and find Michael standing in the doorway, watching me with Ran. His expression is hooded in shadow, but I can see that he's shirtless, bringing up this sharp sudden case of déjà vu when I think back to my first night on the bus. He looked at me with heat—a heat that pales in comparison to the brilliant fire of his expression now—and then he rejected me. He's definitely not rejecting me now.
