Mike liked to watch you.

Not in a creepy way! He swears, but in a.. more.. art appreciates art, sort of way.

It's little glances at first around the house. You're his, he knows, but it's almost as if he's scared that you'll be freaked out by him.

One day, he realises you've caught him staring as you were cleaning around the house, and his cheeks flush with warmth. "Hi," he breathes out, unable to suppress a gentle smile.

"Sorry, I just.." Mike trailed off, shrugging as he fidgeted.