Fiona’s POVMicah's face is unreadable as he catches my gaze. There's a hint of emotion in his eyes as he looks at me but just like that, it’s gone and he turns away to slightly lift his coffee.Lylah nudges Rowena and gives her a cheeky grin.“Oh my god, he totally looked at you. Do you think he is
That night felt so long ago. So far away.And yet, I remember every second of it, like it was yesterday.The smile is completely gone from Rowena’s face now and she is looking at Micah with a shocked expression. The rest of the people have still not caught on and they continue shooting Rowena teasin
Fiona’s POVThe next day, when I wake up, there is an envelope on the side of my bed. Yawning, I pick it up to find a note attached to the top of it. It says:“Good morning, love. I need to head out but here is a small present for you.Love, M.”Micah’s neat cursive immediately brings a smile to my
“Maybe, you were always cautious in your ways, Jeremy but I am sure the same can’t be said about Aunt Emma and her son. Starting there will probably be a good trail that will help expose your crimes.” I continue, watching as he becomes more and more agitated.“How - how did you know?” He finally ask
Fiona’s POVIt's late when I return home that night. Micah had a late day at work, so I spent time with Antonia before heading back. By the time I reach my house, the sky has turned a menacing shade of charcoal, and the air is thick with the promise of a thunderstorm.The first heavy drops splatter
“I’ll fix it. I promise you. I’ll be good to you. I’ll never hurt you again. Ever. I was a stupid fucking asshole for not realising this before but I love you. God, I love you so much. I feel empty without you. So, please. Just please, give me another chance. Forgive me, please.”Despite everything
Fiona’s POVMicah doesn’t release me as we walk inside. The power is out because of the heavy rain, and shadows are everywhere, making the house feel eerie. The only sounds are the distant rumble of thunder and our soft footsteps on the hardwood floor."Micah?" I ask, my voice small and nervous in t
He arches an eyebrow, clearly unsatisfied. “Louder.”“I’m yours,” I repeat, my voice stronger this time, but still shaky. He gives me another teasing stroke, and I can’t help but moan.“Louder, Fiona. I need to hear you,” he says, his voice a mix of demand and dark promise. He brushes his thumb over