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... into the backseat, right beside Darcy. It took effort. Micah clung to him like a sleepy toddler, mumbling nonsense into his shirt, arms hooked around his neck with surprising strength for someone so intoxicated.
"Micah, let go. You’ll be more comfortable in the back," Clyde coaxed, easing his grip and lowering him into the seat.
"Nooo, you smell so nice," Micah whined, blinking up at him.
Clyde pressed his lips together, gently guiding Micah’s legs into the car. As soon a ...
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