[Michael had a penchant for saying other people's names, and it was just to say them, usually holding no real purpose. He'd say their name if he was confused, uncertain, pleased, to fill a silence, or say it instead of saying what he truly wanted to.
In this case, he'd spoken her name because he didn't know how to ask her. Or tell her what he wanted.
But, as was true to his nature, he was the sort of person that just went for it. And hoped it'd turn out for the best later. Leaning forward, he closed the distance between them, kissing her.
He didn't think about their friendship, or history, where this would take them, if it would ruin things or make them better. He just wanted to know what it felt like, even if only once.]
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In this case, he'd spoken her name because he didn't know how to ask her. Or tell her what he wanted.
But, as was true to his nature, he was the sort of person that just went for it. And hoped it'd turn out for the best later. Leaning forward, he closed the distance between them, kissing her.
He didn't think about their friendship, or history, where this would take them, if it would ruin things or make them better. He just wanted to know what it felt like, even if only once.]