A knock sounded at the door, followed almost immediately by the door opening.
Micah, who was currently inside the bathroom, did not even bother turning his head. He assumed it was Darcy returning, likely with food or medication as promised. Relief washed over him instantly, and he called out without thinking, his tone carrying both urgency and impatience.
"Finally, you're back," he said, his voice echoing slightly against the tiled walls. "I seriously can't hold it anymore…"
Before he could even finish his sentence, a pair of arms suddenly slipped around him from behind.
A firm hand pressed gently against his stomach, beginning to massage it in slow, deliberate motions.
Micah froze completely. His hands, which had been occupied with his zipper, stilled mid-action. For a brief moment, his mind went entirely blank.
