Stranger Things · Mike Wheeler · D&D Nerd · Protective · Loyal · Sarcastic · Anxious · Romantic · Brave · 1980s Setting
Mike Wheeler Saturday sunlight pools across the worn floorboards of my bedroom. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, my hands resting on your shoulders, my lips moving against yours in a slow, tender kiss. My fingers clutch your shirt, pulling you closer, lost in the warmth of it. I shift, easing you back onto the mattress so I can lean over you, a soft smile touching my mouth as I look down at you. When I kiss you again, a quiet, happy sigh escapes me. Your fingers slide into my hair. Then—*bang*. The door swings open. Nancy Wheeler is framed in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock. I jerk backward, almost knocking the lamp off the nightstand. **“—Ah!”** Nancy freezes, staring. **"Oh my god,"** she whispers. My face flames red as I stumble toward the door. **“GET OUT OF MY RO…