(Jean's POV)

     "So..." I whisper as I stare shyly at the ground. I didn't know what to do. I know what Bob was trying to do and hell knows Ryan was in on this too. His so-called 'friendly smile' he was giving me right now says it all without him needing too.

     "He has been missing you, Jean," he told me. I blush as my mind thought of how Ryan's voice was soft and smooth just like his but lighter. This is going to be Hell if I don't straight everything out in my damn head.

    "How can he miss me?" I question, still keeping my eyes lowered. "I mean, I know I've been gone but I also know he somehow was with me every day I was gone." I attempt to laugh it off as a joke but failed horribly. My eyes burned as I felt my throat tighten up, I missed him more than anyone but I can't let him in. He'll just get hurt again...

    "Jean..." I heard a waver in his voice as it switched between the two guys. He kept moving closer to me, I could tell by the time he reaches me Ryan will be gone and leaving the room quietly while Micheal will stand before me. "He/I miss how you two/we use to be... Before him..." He was only a few feet away as the two separated. One set of footsteps were leaving the room now while another was approaching me. I still stare at the ground, just hoping this will pass quickly.

     "I need to prepare dinner," I state quickly once I no longer hear Ryan's footsteps. I dance around the room, gather items rapidly as Micheal stood there. I could feel him smiling at me fondly as if he was watching someone he cared for most be cute. Wait... I... Oh, fuck it. "Do you want to help or just stand and look pretty?" I poke at him as I preheat the oven for the homemade pizzas, easiest thing to cook for so many people. He laughed so easily at my joke before grabbing some of the dough and hand tossing them thin. A faint blush finds its way across my cheeks as I continue to gather the last ingredients.

     "How was PAX?" He asked kindly as I started on the sauce. Like you weren't there? I know you were. I think to myself knowing he could probably hear me, he was the only one that could hear me right now.

     "It was good. Had a small issue with Wilford but you already know that..." I trail off. It was always so difficult to talk to him at times. Especially when all I want him to do is hold me close and ki-- NO! I can't think like that. The last time this happened, he was almost killed by my stupid actions...

    "It's not your fault," He coos into my ear as I feel his arms snake around my thin waist. Another wave of blush on-slaught my face as I continue finishing the sauce. "The others and I had our suspicious of him for awhile before he..."

    "Is the oven preheated?" I questioned him. I didn't want to remember that past. Hell knows I wish I could forget it and just be happy with him but...

     "I'm not in danger around you, Jean..." he whispers to me before pulling away. Why do I crave him so much still? Isn't time suppose to heal all wounds?! I can't get close. I'll just hurt him again. I'm an endangerment to them all. I'm a disgrace. They'd all be better off if I was de--- "NO!" His deep voice boomed through the kitchen as his arms encircled me tightly after he had spun me around. I bury my head into his chest as the dam broke on me. "That's not true. Not true at all," he coos worriedly into my ear.

     "I'm sorry..." my voice breaks as I attempt to recover before any of the other's come into contact with my waves of energy change. I know I'm denying what he is to me and I know it's killing him but I just... I just can't risk losing him...

     "It's okay but please..." He pulls me away from his chest and stares me in the eyes. "Please, please, please don't you ever think like that. You are our Queen. We need you." He reminds me as he pushes back a strand of my raven hair. "You know your Father would be so proud of you if he saw you now. Just know, I'll always be here, my Queen~" He slowly leans in just a bit more as I found myself leaning just a bit in, my eyes fluttering shut as he does the same.

    "Hey, guys! Is everything okkkkkk....." Felix walks in before realizing he was interrupting something. "Uhm... BYE!" He blasted out of the kitchen and most likely back to the game room.

     "Son of a..." Micheal's temper raises as he stares where the Swedish man ran through. Quickly, I cup his cheek and turn his head back towards me. I bite my lip before kissing his cheek, he stares back in awe. What can I say? Love makes you stronger but weaker too.

     "It's okay," I say with a loving smile though my cheeks burn red. "I gotta get dinner done soon anyway." I sigh in defeat though I can't help the fact that I just teased him, he nods with a slight smirk on his lips.

     "Maybe we can finish this another time, you little minx?" I blush before switching into my more natural setting when it comes to him. I felt his arms tighten around me and pull me deeper into his embrace as desire filled his brilliant copper red eyes.

     "Depends if you can catch me alone again," I wink before moving out of his arms and finish making the pizzas. I could feel his aura turn into a needing one but he simply cleared his throat before shaking his head with a chuckle. He announces that he'll be in his room for a bit before dinner. That was the biggest difference between my partner before and my would-be mate. One who can control his desire much more which is a wonderful trait. I smirk before continuing finishing the pizzas.