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 unsaid question.
“Yes.” He shook his head, reading my mind. “I would never reject you, Raya.”
“Why?” The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could hold back.
If there was one thing I had learned about Micah in these few days of staying with
