Life Of A Single Mom

Chapter 20: Micah

Now Micah…

like I told y’all before, that man was my teddy bear.

Micah stood about 6’5”, chocolate skin smooth as hell, and thick in all the right places. For a big guy, he carried himself so well. Always clean. Always fresh. Never out of place. One thing about Micah — hygiene mattered to him. That man stayed smelling good like he stepped straight out of a cologne commercial, and I absolutely loved that about him.

Before anything happened between us, we both agreed to get tested first.

And honestly, that alone made me respect him even more because it showed maturity. Responsibility. Consideration. Things I wasn’t used to getting from men consistently.

When our tests came back clean, I should’ve known he already had the rest of the night planned out perfectly because that’s just how Micah was.

Intentional.

He picked me up from my friend’s house and took me back to his place. Soon as I walked in, dinner was already made and waiting on me.

And baby…

that man could COOK.

I’m talking seasoned right, plated nice, everything homemade. Watching a man confidently move around a kitchen without needing help from a woman? Whew. That alone is attractive.

At that point I was sitting there thinking:

What more could a woman honestly ask for?

He was attentive. Patient. Respectful.

And in my mind?

Loyal too.

At least that’s what I thought.

After dinner, we curled up on the couch watching a movie together. The whole atmosphere felt soft and comfortable, but Lord knows my body was already reacting to him before anything even happened.

I tried my hardest to focus on the movie.

Tried acting unbothered.

But the way he slowly touched my thigh and kissed my neck had me losing focus fast. What made it crazier was how naturally he seemed to know exactly what I liked without me ever having to tell him. Me and Micah barely even talked about sex before that night outside of agreeing to get tested.

Still, somehow…

he paid attention to every reaction my body gave him.

Everything about that night felt intimate, not rushed. Like he genuinely wanted to learn from me instead of just sleeping with me. And honestly, after everything toxic I had experienced before him, that kind of tenderness hit differently.

By the end of the night, I was emotionally attached in a way I didn’t expect.

See, I always told myself I’d never be one of those women who fell deeper after sex.

But baby…

Micah proved me wrong.

Completely.

The next morning, though, things felt… different.

You would think after finally crossing that line with each other we would’ve been inseparable afterward. Texting nonstop. Calling constantly. Acting all obsessed with each other.

Instead?

Silence.

Soon as he dropped me back off at my friend’s house, it was like Micah disappeared.

A day passed. Then another. Then almost a whole week.

And honestly, my feelings were hurt bad.

Because in my head I’m thinking:

You just made love to me like THAT just to ghost me afterward?

I was pissed.

So when he finally reached out again, baby I had an attitude immediately. I needed answers because if all he wanted was sex, he could’ve just said that from the beginning instead of making me feel safe enough to let my guard down.

But then Micah explained everything.

The same day he dropped me off, his ex had contacted him.

And despite everything between us, she still had his heart.

He told me he tried distancing himself because he had promised her he would cut ties with me and work on fixing their relationship. But eventually guilt got to him, so he reached back out because he didn’t want me sitting there blaming myself or thinking I had done something wrong.

And honestly?

That explanation hurt worse than him ghosting me.

Because for once, I had finally let myself believe somebody was choosing me completely.

Only to realize I was still standing in the shadow of another woman’s place in his heart.