The sound of giggling snapped Micah out of his thoughts. His head whipped to the side, and his ears burned red when he noticed a small group of girls lingering nearby. They were eyeing him and Clyde, whispering behind their hands and giggling in a way that gave Micah the creeps.
Micah's embarrassment shot through the roof. Heat crept up his neck. Without a word, he separated himself from Clyde, though he refused to let go. Instead, he laced his fingers tightly with Clyde's, glaring at the girls, then spun on his heel and marched away.
Clyde let himself be pulled along, silent but watchful, his gaze lingering on the damp sheen of sweat across Micah's chest. The young man's open shirt clung to his skin in the evening breeze, exposing a glimpse of muscle. Clyde's throat tightened. He had felt their warmth when they hugged, and now being in public…
