As a direct result of his lingering resentment and wounded pride, Clyde had been firmly banished from the master bedroom.
The decision had been made with great authority and dramatic flair on Micah's part. At the time, it had felt completely justified. In fact, Micah had delivered the verdict with such conviction that Clyde had not even attempted to argue. He had simply accepted the sentence with a faint smile and obediently moved to the guest room.
However, now that some time had passed, Micah was beginning to suspect that perhaps, just perhaps, his decision had been slightly… impulsive.
After dinner, Micah had eaten until he could not possibly swallow another bite. The takeout had been surprisingly good, and despite his sour mood earlier, he had ended up devouring most of it. With a full stomach and lingering exhaustion from the long day, he had returned to the bedroom and thrown himself dramatically onto the bed.
