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He pulls back and I stare at him for a minute, mind blown. Gone is the grumpy cynic, staring and calculating, barely talking to me. Instead, he has been replaced by this beautiful stranger, with piercing blue eyes and soft, pillowy lips.
Then I remember we have an audience. Who may or may not be this man’s boyfriend? Lover? But why would Lukas do that if they were together, or is that allowed? I mean, I’m not judging. I have five boyfriends. Okay maybe not official boyfriends, but a girl can dream.
I look up at Micah, confused and worried. Is he okay with this?
All I get from him is a huge grin.
“So now that we’ve had this breakthrough, does anyone want to clue me in about what else is happening? Because I would never come between you.” Unless you asked me to…
What is wrong with me?
“Lukas and I were together, until a couple of years ago when I made a stupid mistake and moved away. We ran into each other for the first time in two years right before you stumbled into our lives. You brought us back together.”
“It seemed like you were fighting before.”
“It took me a minute to come to my senses,” Micah says with an affectionate look towards Lukas.
I look at Lukas too. “You came for him,” I say simply, not judging or upset in any way.
“I love Micah and I have for a very long time. I’d do anything for him, including involve myself with five other random strangers who are all probably experiencing a post-traumatic stress response.” He grins at me sarcastically. “But he was also right about you and how you make me feel. It’s similar to how I felt when I first met him. I’ve always wished I had been brave enough to dive right in, we could have had so much more time together.”
He glances at Micah before turning his blue eyes back on me. “I’m diving in, following my heart instead of my head. Which is incredibly difficult for me, so please try to be patient with me as I work it all out.”
“We’ll figure it out together.” I smile up at him. If he were the slightest bit closer, I’d probably kiss him again. Even sitting on the floor, he’s over a head taller than me.
“Absolutely we will.”
Micah stands up and reaches out a hand to help me off the ground. “For now though,” he says, “It’s time to start some physical therapy.”
“Physical therapy? Now?”
“Yup, right now. We need a break from all the tension and emotions, and you need to get your mojo back.”
I make a face into my teacup, I’d prefer if Lukas kissed me some more instead.
Micah bends, putting his mouth close to my ear. “The quicker we get you all healed up, the quicker you can start really making out with Lukas.” He says that part loud enough for Lukas to hear, earning a chuckle. But then he drops his voice to a whisper. “And just wait until you find out what else he can do with that tongue.”
I spit my tea out everywhere.
“What just happened?” Lukas looks confused. Micah is rolling with laughter, pulling equipment out of the closet.
Avoiding eye contact, I feel my face heat. “I’m not ready to talk about it.”
And then I slowly walk to where Micah is setting up, narrowing my eyes at him. He waggles his eyebrows like a weirdo, making me laugh. Damn him.
What feels like hours later, I have successfully managed to do all of the exercises. The other guys joined us about halfway through the session, offering encouragement and amusing commentary. I find myself enjoying the way they watch me.
Taking steps up is more of a struggle than I imagined, and my balance is definitely off. I push myself as much as I can, determined to overcome my physical frailty.
Micah says I’m still in impressive shape, given the circumstances, and finally declares us finished for the day. Now I’m sweaty on top of whatever other funk I’ve been coated in for two days. They cleaned me up as best as they could in the hospital, but I feel gross.
“What are the chances for that shower?” I ask hopefully.
Micah gestures for me to sit and starts unwinding the bandage around my head. This time there’s almost nothing on the bandage at all. My other injuries are mostly all closed up as well.
“You’re looking good, but we still have to be careful with these stitches. I don’t think a full shower is a good idea, especially by yourself. But I definitely think we can get you cleaned up.”
I clap my hands in excitement.
