Love was a foreign concept to Micah. He was raised to be tough, not a lover boy. But, his mind was currently plagued with thoughts of you. It annoyed him. For all he knew, it was more than typical lust. Love had always been a foreign concept to Micah. He hadn’t been raised on gentle words or soft hands—he was taught resilience, grit, how to survive. Affection was a weakness where he came from, something that got you hurt. So he buried whatever resembled it beneath sharp edges and a hardened