Micah and Clyde arrived at a well-known chain hotel, the kind that was instantly recognisable for its polished lobby and quiet, controlled luxury. The moment they stepped inside the room, their tense bodies loosened visibly. The emotional rollercoaster they had just endured back at the apartment had turned into a heavy exhaustion that had settled deep into their bones. It was as though everything hit them at once.
Without a second thought, Micah let himself fall forward onto the bed, his body sinking into the mattress as a long, unrestrained groan escaped his lips. He did not bother to move for a while, simply lying there as if even the smallest motion required more energy than he could spare. Slowly, his gaze drifted to his right hand, settling on the ring. The moment his eyes focused on it, a soft smile began to form, gentle at first, and then unmistakably warm.
