Chapter 189: A Drunken Koala and the Suffering of One Darcy
As soon as they arrived at the clinic, Micah barely made it past the front door before doubling over and throwing up.
The chaos that followed didn’t settle until Micah was finally lying on the bed, pale and exhausted. After receiving antacids, fluids, and a shot of benzodiazepine, he drifted into a peaceful sleep.
Darcy sat beside the bed, watching him with an intense look. He replayed everything that had happened from the moment Micah got drunk.
A part of him was happy because, in Micah’s eyes, he was handsome, he was special. Even drunk, Micah had been fond of him, treating him with a warmth that made Darcy’s chest tighten.
But beneath that fragile happiness, Darcy faced a truth he hadn’t let himself acknowledge until now. There was another kind of desire tangled in his heart.
He couldn’t forget the way Micah had looked at him. That drunken affection, that soft voice calling him brother. That warmth in his eyes....the way Micah’s warm body clung to him, those droopy eyes, his flushed face pressed close, his breath warm against Darcy’s neck, something inside Darcy had sparked, something he hadn’t wanted to name before.
He wanted to make a mess of him even more... that thought, sharp and wild, flashed through his mind like lightning.
Darcy lowered his gaze, disgusted with himself. He felt dirty. How could he have this kind of desire for Micah? The boy clung to him out of trust, not those messy thoughts.
Darcy clenched his fists. What was wrong with him? How could he even think like that about Micah? He looked at Micah’s peaceful face. Darcy scolded himself, pushing the feelings down.
He didn’t know what to do with them, didn’t know where they began. All he knew was...He wanted Micah. Badly.
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