After a few minutes, Micah's body temperature cooled down, his breath returning to normal. He spoke, breaking the silence between them.
"Where are you staying?" he asked, gazing at the shore, wave after wave crashing into the sand.
Clyde pressed his lips together. For a moment, he said nothing, hesitation flickering across his face. He couldn't bring himself to admit he was living right across from their villa, watching from the shadows like some restless ghost.
Micah waited, yet didn't receive a reply. He pulled his head slightly back, detaching the man's face pressed against his neck.
"Hey?" he said, pushing against Clyde's chest to get a good look at the man's expression.
Clyde stepped back, yet his hands lingered on Micah's waist. His eyes were lowered, not meeting Micah's gaze.
Micah's eyes narrowed as he studied Clyde's expression.
