"Just let me change, okay, and then I'll answer all of your questions."

Sara looked at him standing there, his shirt stuck to his body defining the muscles in his chest. And as mad as she was at him, she knew that if he were to walk across the room and take her into his arms; she knew she would save all of her questions for later…much later.

She let her eyes move to his and nodded.

And then dropping her eyes, she turned and left the room. As the door closed behind her, her mind instantly came out of the gutter and back to the questions he had promised to answer.

He said he was going to explain everything? His explanation for being at the bar had been questionable at best, and she wouldn't really be surprised by anything he had to say at this point. Like the fact that this was his brother's place? Was the brand new car his brother's as well? Just another question she was dying to hear the answer to.

He came out of the bedroom a few minutes later wearing a dark blue t-shirt and gray sweats much like the ones she was wearing except for the fact that they fit just right.

She followed him without a word as he moved to the kitchen and started making coffee. Once the dark brew was dripping into the pot he took a seat at the table. She pulled out a chair and sat down across from him, her expression she hoped, speaking the many questions whirring behind her eyes.

He took a breath and let it out, his eyes meeting hers dead on.

"I know this is crazy, Sara, this whole night has been really nuts."

She continued to look at him, looking for any sign that he was being anything but truthful. When she didn't say anything he continued.

"Anyways, I don't expect you to believe me, I mean its crazy… But my brother…I was there illegally, Sara. And when I go there I dress like I was dressed to make myself look like I belong. I was drinking… and if he was to get raided or something he could lose his liquor license…And this is his apartment whether you believe me or not. It's his car too," he said answering her next question, only looking down when he had finished speaking.

And then his eyes met hers.

"Mine broke down this morning and he let me borrow one of his…he has three."

Sara studied him closely, his eyes never leaving hers once. He seemed upset, not like he was covering things up, but more like he was worried she would be mad at him.

"What about your glasses? I mean you didn't have laser eye surgery because your brother needed you to have perfect vision for your date, did you?"

Michael laughed for a second and then grew serious.

"Um, no, I mean I have contacts…since last week. I've been too self conscience to wear them to school or anything, but I figured tonight I would try them out."

After a few beats, "Sara I didn't know it was a date. I just thought I was meeting my brother for a beer or two."

He had said all of this never once exhibiting any of the signs of a liar. And while she wasn't an expert or anything, A stomach virus had kept her in bed a few months back and thanks to Jerry Springer she had learned the signs of, amongst other things, 'When Yo man is lyin' bout his ho's'.

She only had one more question and this one was the biggie as far as she was concerned.

"So, why is it I'm the only girl who you avoid touching like I have the plague? I mean that girl was all over you, Michael, and you…"

She looked down at her hands unable to continue looking into his intense blue ones. The next thing she knew he was reaching for her; his hands closing over hers.

She looked up at him, her heart in her eyes despite how she tried to banish it.

"Because I didn't want to hurt you, Sara."