Darcy stepped closer, his shadow falling across Micah. He leaned in, tilting his head curiously, and brushed his fingers against the shell of Micah's ear. The touch was light, almost playful. "Ah, why is it red? Are you hot?" he asked, his voice a mix of concern and teasing.
Micah practically jumped out of his skin. His hand flew up, clutching his ear as though Darcy had burned him. His whole body tingled like he was electrified. "What the hell?" he shouted, glaring at Darcy with a voice full of panic and outrage.
Darcy blinked, his expression turning innocent, though the corner of his lips twitched like he was fighting a smile. "Seriously. Do you have a fever? Or maybe heatstroke? You fainted at the beach, remember?"
