Michael helps you off with your shoes. There are extra blankets in a chest by the fire. He has more wine, of course, and soon laying with him by the warm fire, you fall asleep.
When you wake up the next morning, Michael has spooned with you under the blankets FULLY CLOTHED.
He wakes up too and smiles bashfully down at you.
“Thank you,” he says.
“For what?” you inquire.
“For allowing me the honor to spend the most beautiful night with the most beautiful woman in the world.”
Your breath quickens, and you lean up and kiss him. He responds.
His lips are delicious!
Reluctantly, he draws away and says if you want to remain a good girl he should get you a cab home, but you have to agree to have dinner with him tomorrow night.