It was ridiculous, and between the clothes, and the groceries, and the luxury bed, Micah was beginning to think that Damon had a bit of a sugar daddy kink. It’s what caused Micah to eye Damon’s question about his birthday with such suspicion. After all, what went hand-in-hand with birthdays? Gift giving. And Damon seemed to get off on flustering Micah with expensive presents.

Luckily, Micah’s birthday wasn’t anytime soon.

I’m a Leo.

Did Micah leave his answer vague to be purposefully annoying? Perhaps. But it served the dual purpose of keeping identifying information to a minimum.

After all, if Damon ever decided to run a background check on Micah, he was well and truly fucked – and not in the fun way.

I get major Capricorn vibes from you, maaaybe Scorpio.

Micah was one of those people who unapologetically sent out multiple text messages to his friends, one after the other, as thoughts occurred to him, versus someone who sent out well-reasoned paragraphs.

Micah debated what question he wanted to ask Damon in return. He supposed he could play it safe and ask something simple. They were talking about birthdays… maybe the favorite gift Damon had ever received?

But for some reason, Micah’s brain kept circling back to all the gifts Damon had given him. Even if the man did have a sugar daddy kink… what else got him off?

Micah hesitantly typed out a message: What are your kinks?

Then he stared at the “send” button.

Are you seriously about to ask Damon what gets his cock hard? The sensible part of Micah’s brain was not impressed. After all, Damon had made it abundantly clear that whatever this… thing was between them, it was to remain purely professional.

Sure, but if Micah really was his boyfriend/significant other/lover/whatever, wouldn’t it be expected of him to know what… tipped Damon over the edge, so to speak?

And who the hell would ever ask you that?

Micah immediately thought of Joelle. It’d been pretty clear the woman didn’t have much in the way of boundaries when they’d met last weekend. Would it really be outside the realm of possibility that she – or one of Damon’s other siblings – would ask something outrageous like that?

Sure, Micah could always make something up, but for the sake of professionalism…

Have you ever heard of such a contrived, blatantly untrue excuse?

Micah hit send.

The butterflies in his stomach that always seemed to pop into existence whenever Micah was texting Damon, turned into ravenous monsters, batting their wings unforgivingly against his insides until he felt vaguely ill.

Which was just silly. Asking about the man’s kinks – for the sake of professional curiosity – was a far cry from sexting with Damon, or sending the man nudes or something.