The moment Micah realised Clyde had met Asena first, the doubt tore him apart. What if Clyde preferred Asena over the arrogant young master Micah truly was? He was scared of the answer. But he had forced himself to ask.
"So you fell in love with Asena first?" Micah asked hesitantly.
"No, not at all." Clyde grinned. "I saw Asena a year ago at the cosplay event. But I never went out of my way to find her. The whole matchmaking thing? It was Dean and Jacklin stirring things up. Sure, I like the furry things, cute costumes. But I wasn't head over heels for her."
Then, Clyde took a slow breath. "Micah, it's always been you. Just you. And it always will be."
Micah felt hot. His cheeks were burning, and it wasn't from the heat of the chimney or fever. No, it was Clyde. It was always Clyde. He was too damn good. Too smooth. He knew exactly what to say, how to say it, and when to say it to make Micah falter.
