Chapter 155: I Slept in His Bed but Swear I’m Not His!
The next morning, Micah woke up slowly. For a moment, he just lay there, blinking up at the ceiling, trying to remember what he had dreamed. His brows wrinkled a little, but nothing came to mind. He still felt a lingering warmth, like he had been hugged in his dream. All he knew was that it was a happy, sweet dream. One that made him feel fuzzy and warm.
He glanced around the room. Oh. Right. He was in Clyde’s place. He let out a soft chuckle and rolled into his side, the sheets rustling under him. He had crashed like a rock last night. Out cold the moment his head hit the pillow. No worries, no tension, not even a single worry about the man sleeping behind another door. A man he had known for what? Two weeks? More or less?
Since when had he started trusting people so fast?! He thought to himself, dragging his hand down over his mouth.
Micah shook his head and pushed the covers off with his feet. He stretched his arms over his head until his shoulders gave a satisfying pop. Then he went to the bathroom, yawning. The cool tile under his feet made him shiver a little but helped wake him up. He brushed his teeth lazily, still blinking the sleep from his eyes. It felt like he had found a safe haven. His body and mind seemed determined to make up for every hour of lost sleep.
He washed his face next, letting the cold water jolt him fully awake. He grabbed a towel and dried his face before quickly heading out.
The moment he opened the door, the smell hit him. His nose twitched. It was warm and a little sweet. Familiar in a comforting way. The scent of cooked rice mixed with milk and something faintly toasty. He followed the trail like a curious cat, eyes half-lidded, drawn forward like an anime character floating after the smell of a pie.
He turned the corner into the kitchen and stopped short.
Clyde stood in front of the stove, tall and proper, dressed in a crisp white shirt tucked into straight-cut black trousers. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, showcasing his strong forearms. Micah caught the sight of a wooden bead bracelet on his left wrist.
Oh... so he liked this kind of accessory... He thought.