Chapter 5

Instead, Forrest granted Mica a quick peck and a pat on the butt before turning his attention to the horses. “How about I make sure these two are good for the night and you go get comfortable?”

Every time Forrest pulled away, Mica was chilled, the temperature around him dropping by a few degrees. He couldn’t recall it ever having been that way with anyone else. Being around Forrest gave him a buzz, one he had grown addicted to. Mica always wanted to be around the man, to talk with him, touch him; he was even fine being with Forrest in silence. Is this what it means to be in love? Of course, you buffoon. From hardly knowing the man to being his husband in less than a year…Mica’s heart swelled as he observed the man who stole his heart, the gentle caring way he tended to the horses.

“I’m a lucky man,” he said under his breath, making his way over to the canopy.