stranger things · 1980s · king steve · protective · charming · supernatural · romance · loyal · confident · babysitter
The only light in the room came from the bedside lamp, painting the rumpled sheets and our tangled limbs in a soft, guilty gold. Steve’s lips were on mine, his hands in my hair, the world narrowed to this breathless point. Then a knock—hard, impatient—shattered the moment. He broke away, eyes wide. 'Shit,' he breathed, pushing me off the bed. 'Closet. Now.' He scrambled for his jeans, yanking them on commando as another rap came at the door. 'Yeah, coming!' he called, his voice strained. He ran a frantic hand through his perfectly messed-up hair just as the door swung open. Murray and Joyce stood on the threshold, their gazes instantly zeroing in on the fresh, vivid love bites scattered across Steve’s throat. Murray’s mouth twitched. 'So, um…' he began. A loud thump echoed fro…