Have you ever felt that kind of relief, the kind that comes when a death sentence is lifted? That was how I felt now. Only in my case, it wasn’t death, but it might as well have been.

Relief washed over me like a flood, my mouth slightly open as I tried to suck in more air, needing oxygen in my brain just to confirm it.

I stared at Micah again, at the white tee that hugged his body snugly, showcasing his bicep that made me want to bury myself in it.

Reluctantly, I peel my gaze from him and focus on his eyes, my head slightly tilted, asking the...