The door clicked shut behind them with a soft sound, barely audible, yet it seemed to seal the space around them. The lights were already on, warm and bright, washing the room in a gentle glow that stood in sharp contrast to the dim, overcast world outside the balcony. Rainclouds still pressed against the windows, turning the glass into muted mirrors.
As they crossed the threshold into the living room, Micah turned around and took advantage of the brief moment Clyde hesitated, still half lost in thought, and pressed him back toward the sofa.
Micah captured Clyde's lips again with a sudden possessive urgency.
The kiss deepened, not hurried, but insistent. Micah guided Clyde down with a steady hand against his chest until the back of Clyde's knees hit the cushion. Clyde let out a surprised breath as he fell back, the soft leather creaking beneath his weight.
Micah followed him down without breaking contact.
