Micah chased after Darcy, the sand sticking to his flip-flops. "Wait a minute! Why are you acting like this? Is it all because I didn't want to talk about your feelings..."
"Shut the fuck up," Darcy snapped, spinning around. His voice cracked with raw emotion. "Feeling? What feelings? Who the hell do you think you are?" His chest rose and fell rapidly, fury and something darker twisting in his voice. "You think everyone falls for you? Wake up! I'm not like them!"
Darcy's hands trembled slightly, fists half-formed. His throat burned. He couldn't believe Micah was bringing up the matters of feelings with him. It was a sour spot for him. Why did Micah think he was entitled to do anything he wanted, and people left and right would fall for him and give away anything he demanded?
Micah stilled. "What are you talking about? Who's them?" he asked, incredulous. His voice was filled with hurt and confusion.
