The sequence of events that followed unfolded exactly as Clyde had feared. No, if he was being completely honest with himself, it was far worse than anything he had anticipated.
At first, it began with something small. Subtle. Almost easy to overlook. Micah stopped letting him touch him.
Not abruptly enough to create a scene, not dramatically enough to invite confrontation, but deliberately enough that Clyde noticed immediately. A step back here. A turned shoulder there. A quiet but unmistakable withdrawal that made every attempt at closeness fall short.
And then came the second blow. Micah moved out of the penthouse.
There had been no long discussion. No negotiation. No room for compromise. He simply returned to his own apartment a few floors below, as though retreating to safer territory, and with a straight face declared that he intended to resume living with Darcy as roommates.
