Micah's eyelids fluttered open slowly, as though his consciousness had not yet fully decided to return to him. His thoughts were sluggish, still wrapped in the haze of sleep, and for several long seconds he did not move at all. His gaze remained unfocused, drifting aimlessly, until it settled, quite abruptly, on something directly in front of him.
It took him a moment to comprehend what he was seeing. There, only inches from his face, was the unmistakable outline of an Adam's apple.
It rose and fell faintly with each breath, pale against smooth skin, its shape defined in a way that was almost… captivating.
The slope of his neck and the faint tension beneath the skin combined into something that his still-muddled mind found undeniably attractive, almost too alluring for his senses to handle.
Micah blinked. Then he leaned in closer, a mix of confusion and desire swirling in his mind, and before he knew it, he took a playful bite.
"Ouch!"
