Micah planted his hands on the floor and vomited so hard his vision blacked out for a second.
A pair of hands reached for him.
He panicked instantly. "Get away from me!" he shouted, shoving wildly. "Don't touch me!"
The hands withdrew immediately.
Micah braced himself on his palms and knees, breathing in sharp, uneven gasps. His stomach lurched again, and he retched even though nothing was left inside him. His throat burned. His eyes watered. The nightmare replayed mercilessly in his head like a cursed loop.
Aidan. The bed. His hand.
That was impossible. Like hell he would ever end up with Aidan in something that disgusting. He wanted to scream. Or punch something. Or punch Aidan. Or punch himself.
His thoughts scattered, frantic. When did Aidan kidnap him? Why couldn't he remember? Where was he before all this?
Micah's mind raced. He squeezed his eyes shut. Focus! he told himself. Just breathe. Calm down. You need to have the strength to beat the crap out of him.
