Fiona’s POV I have only taken a few steps when I know I cannot take any more. It’s like an invisible rope holds me back, rooting me to a stop. I tell myself that it is because it’s not in my nature to leave someone behind like this. I tell myself that my morals don’t give me the permission for thi
Time that we just didn’t have. And yet, here it is, ready for me to use. Could it be that Micah had stayed up working the entire night for … this? But, how is that possible? I thought he was using Mistyca’s office space to work on LC matters. I shake my head, confused. I am not the only one who
Fiona’s POV “This is the place you are most comfortable with?” I ask Jason, unable to control my shock. He shrugs his shoulders and rocks back on his heels, giving me a smile that puts me on edge. “Of course, what better place is there to talk about new relationships than a bar?” He says with a w
____________________ Just when I am about to refuse, the door of the booth slams open and Micah walks in. He is wearing the same clothes I saw him in the morning. But unlike how he was at the office, the top buttons of his shirt are undone, his sleeves are rolled up and his disheveled black hair f
Fiona’s POV My entire body shakes as I walk away. Tears sting my eyes and I angrily wipe them away. This is enough. This is my breaking point! I can’t push his words out of my mind. How could he hate me like this? How could he be so cruel? Most importantly, how could I be so wrong in understandi
“I told you to leave. Why didn’t you leave?” He asks me but there is no heat in his words. “I couldn’t leave.” I tell him truthfully. “I won’t leave.” I promise him honestly. He smiles but it’s so sad that it makes something lurch within me. “What happened to you Micah? Are you in pain?” He give
Fiona’s POV The moment my lips touch Micah’s, it’s like something explodes inside the both of us. All the anger, heartbreak and frustration reaches its boiling point as I kiss him. I press myself against him, not wanting an inch of distance. It’s like suddenly I can’t get enough of his touch, his
And then, a hand snatches the phone away from me. Furious, I whirl my face upwards to find Micah staring down at me with concern clear on his face. His hair is wild from my hands roaming through it, his eyes still hold a drowsy look and his shirt is unbuttoned down to the navel. “My phone... My pho