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Micah reached for your hand and held your wrist. The warmth from his palm spread through, heat flooding your body. Normally you'd be embarrassed by how much his touch was affecting you but you truly couldn't care.

Not when you wanted him this badly.

His golden eyes remain fixed on you, waiting for a confirmation from you that this was okay. That you wanted this just as much as he did.

You nodded.

Micah's tongue traced the lines in your palm before moving to lap at the space between your fingers.

Your hand was licked clean in seconds, Micah growing more enthusiastic the longer he ran his tongue across your skin. A string of saliva connected the two of you when he pulled away.

A blush spread across your face. You tore your eyes away from his to look at anything else in your room.

"Yum." he said, recalling to your talk about zombies. 

He continued, smirking, "See, I wasn't lying when I said you were my favorite food."