Micah clicked the balcony door shut with a firm snap, then turned the lock. He tugged the thick curtain closed, one after the other. He stepped back and exhaled, dragging a chair over from the small table in the corner. He positioned the chair close to the door and sat stiffly on the edge of it. His body ached from the earlier movements, all that tugging and dragging had taken its toll on him. His shoulders were still sore from carrying Leo's dead weight over the railing. But the most painful part was his stomach. The earlier hit had formed a massive bruise on his six-pack. His eyes twitched as he looked at still-unconscious Leo. "What a pig…"Micah scowled.
Staying here in pain while the culprit for his aching body lay blissfully unaware made his temper flair.
He should leave. He wanted to leave.
