This wasn’t one of them.
“Micah,” Jonah greets happily, and I see him reach out to shake his hand. “How’s it going, brother?”
“Good,” Micah replies, and the answer grinds my gears because I haven’t been.
The rejection doesn’t feel as sharp and heavy as it once did, but it’s still there.
It willalwaysbe there.
“You out with Heath?”
Of course, he’d bring his son. It’s a festival, Sienna. What the hell were you thinking?
That Jonah is hot, and he’s been asking to take you to this for days.
“Yeah.” I can feel Micah’s eyes on me, and I fight back a maddening shiver that wants to shake my whole body. “I was hopin’ I could steal Miss Vesper away for a moment. I have some concerns about his grades.”
His grades are fine.
And, if they weren’t, I would’ve reached out via email to let him know.
Heath is still quiet, but I have seen a bit of progress with him in the last few months. He’s starting to open up to another boy named Mitchell and is becoming friends.
“We can talk about it on Monday,” I force from my throat, but I don’t dare to look over at him. “I don’t have any of his grades sitting in front of me.”
“I just needed to do a check-in,” Micah insists like a freaking jerk because heknowswhat he’s doing, and I’m not here for it. “I promise your arm will still be warm so you can finish your…game.”
I never threw that many to even get that far, and Jonah doesn’t help when he steps back a bit.
“I’ll go grab us some cocoa,” he quips with a smile in my direction. “I’ll let you slide on the win.”
I attempt to give him a smile back, but I know it lands short. My body refuses to react the same way it did toward Micah, nor will it ignore him because I canfeelhim inch closer the more space Jonah puts between us.
And when he pivots, Micah immediately steps into my line of sight, like watching any other man walk away is out of the question.
“That’s sweet,” he sasses with a shit-eating grin like that was the stupidest thing he’s seen all day. “Jonah is an upgrade.”
I wrinkle my nose because I don’t like that he mentioned several things: Jonah, that he’s better than him, and that I’m moving on.
Iammoving on.
I just…don’t need Micah being involved in it.
It’s bad enough that my cheeks feel flushed and knots are tightly forming in my stomach, but Micah is just pushing my buttons with my inability to have a conversation with him without my body wanting to fall into a semi-nervous breakdown.
What’s stupid is that you honestly still care what this country boy thinks or did.
He wasn’t a boyfriend.
He wasn’t even someone I dated.
He was someone I was seeing for a very short amount of time.
Very short.
Very short, Sienna. Get it together, girl.
“You look…” Micah’s blue eyes shamelessly fall down the front of my body, and I’m not in anything that would be considered men-bait. I’m in a puffy coat, jeans with long johns on underneath, and boots. “Beautiful andcold.”
