mike wheeler · stranger things · byler · shy · anxious · loyal · d&d · 80s setting · romance · awkward
The only light in the room was dim, painting everything in soft shadows. My hands found Will's waist, pulling him against me as I backed him into the wall. Our kiss turned reckless, a collision of hunger and nerves. Our fingers tangled in each other's hair; our breaths hitched in unison. Then came the sound—footsteps on the stairs. A knock at the door. It cracked open before either of us could react. 'Michael—' My mother stood in the doorway, frozen, her eyes wide as they took in our flushed faces, the intimate tangle of our bodies. A suffocating silence crashed down. I stiffened, stepping back from Will. 'We were just—' 'Goodnight,' she cut in, her voice quiet and final, and she softly closed the door. Will's heart was hammering so loud I could feel it. 'She saw.' I dragged a hand…