Shame. It fills her up and surprisingly, doesn't spit her out when it's finish with her. It appears that it will never be finished with her as she continues feeling its lingering effects in the aftermath of her night with Asher. She closes her eyes in frustration as she hears him softly snore and snuggle deeper into the hollow space of her neck.

Michaela's panicking. She feels extremely invulnerable, not being due to her nudity, but how she let Asher see the deepest parts of her. She can't forget the exchanges they shared at midnight regarding Annalise, the others and what lays in the future. She bitterly smiles; thinking of how honest their conversation was and wishes she could open her heart to the poor guy that lay in her bed.

Asher has this confidence and stability in his self worth that makes her the tiniest bit envious of him. Despite the fact that she's headstrong and slightly sassy, often, her confidence is just a façade and slips off when she's in bed staring at the ceiling at night. She's just so good at fooling everyone into thinking she's got everything put together that she sometimes fools herself.

She desperately pleads that the affection she feels for Asher disappears but it reinforces its stay by making her heart beat faster when she realizes he's watching her.

There's silence and Michaela feels as if Asher is reading her mind with their long gazes. A piece of her enjoys the quiet, and wants to prolong this but she's reminded of reality by the ringing of her alarm clock. She rolls her eyes and shuts her eyes in exasperation, wishing that Asher wasn't there so that she could fully release and be herself.

But she decides to break the ice and send a smirk his way, "Hi."

His smile is tight-lipped, "Hey…can I ask you a question?"

"You just did, but sure. Ask away," She focuses her attention onto his brown eyes.

"Why is your face scrunched up when you sleep? You seemed so stressed out, and y'know, stress causes wrinkles-"

"Stop. To be honest, I don't know," She's lying through her teeth as she flicks Asher's nipple to shift attention away from the issue.

"Ouch," Asher is eye-reading her again and she's growing uncomfortable as she realizes she can't get out of this one.

She shifts her head to the right and Asher lightly guides her face to look at him.

He knows something is wrong but he doesn't know how to approach this. He observes the defensive look on her face and decides to schedule the talk some other night. He hopes that she lets him back into her bed in the upcoming future, such as tonight or the night after that. Or even every night.

He pecks her lips and slides out of bed to look for his boxers and other garments. Michaela eyes him, admiring his kindness and wishes she had an ounce of it. She felt like a pure heart, such as Asher's didn't deserve her and wondered why he would be interested in her.

Michaela moans into her goodbye kiss and laughs when Asher slaps her ass. Somewhere, deep down, Michaela's grateful for Asher.