Micah’s POV

The second I stepped into the staff lounge, I knew I wasn’t escaping quietly.

“Micah!” Professor Thompson clapped me on the back hard enough to make my teeth click. “Married man! Welcome back, you poor bastard.”

I grunted. “Thanks. Nothing says ‘romantic bliss’ like being pitied in the break room.”

“Oh, don’t listen to him,” chimed in Dr. Nguyen from behind the coffee machine. “Congratulations! We all saw the post. You two looked gorgeous.”

“Thanks,” I said, trying not to sound awkward. “She did most of the looking gorgeous part. I just stood there in a suit and remembered how to breathe.”

Thompson laughed. “Smart man. That’s all...