Looking at his body in a small mirror, holding onto a silver handle, he puffed and grumbled under his breath, clearly feeling dissatisfaction with himself. He gritted his teeth, frowning with his light eyebrows, it was unpleasant. Seeing other strong male bodies, they were presentable, he knew what the naked bodies of other criminals looked like and it made him jealous?. Micah himself is not sure about this, yes, he is greedy, hypocritical and ruthless, but to feel jealous because of the body?

His sharp, narrowed gaze is focused on how the others are heading to their tents as the night wears on, saying it's time to go to sleep. The racist criminal didn't plan to sleep, not when his thoughts were consumed by something dark, it was really different from his other thoughts. Looking back, he could only see your body sprawled out on the comfortable bed that Micah himself usually slept on. Sharing one tent made the narrow space even more modest, but you two were comfortable, right? He glanced briefly over his shoulder, making sure everything was quiet and clean, not wanting to attract anyone's attention, not in their personal lives.

He hooked his thumbs into the corners of his unbuckled belt of his beige pants as Micah stood in front of you with his burgundy shirt unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He wanted to show off, get your opinion, feel wanted again.

When you had sex with him, you had never commentedч on his body, weight or other skin issues. He always thought you were happy with everything, but accidentally looking at the bodies of other cowboys, he did not want you to leave because of his carelessness and sloppiness in his appearance, disheveled blond hair to the shoulders, a mustache and beard that often tickled your skin. He straightened his shoulders as if he was trying to show off more, increasing his need for praise and approval. Lack of physical fitness made him feel silly.