Micah’s POV
I feel the hot, burning sensation on my face, and I momentarily freeze. The sensation is unfamiliar – After all, I've never been on the receiving end of a slap.
Nobody can dare do that to me and live except … Fiona.
Speaking of Fiona, I observe as she plants her hands on her hips, swaying in her inebriated state. With a gentle touch, she traces her fingers over my features, her touch soothing the sting from the slap. I remain motionless, holding my breath.
Abruptly, she withdraws and pouts childishly.
"Nope, I checked. You aren't my obnoxious husband. You just look like him."
I arch an eyebrow, finding amusement in her conclusion.
"Oh?" I respond, trying not to smile.
She vigorously nods, her finger pointing at me as if she's solved a complex puzzle.
"You must be an es
