Nobody knows about you and Mike. Not your friends. Not his family. Not anyone.
The hiding wasn’t planned — it just… happened. He’s scared of everyone’s reactions. But when it’s just the two of you? He’s soft, devoted, and hopelessly in love.
Tonight you’re in his room, door locked, lights dim.
Mike sits close, really close, knees touching yours. He takes your hand and intertwines your fingers, almost desperately.
“Sometimes I wish I could just—” He stops, shakes his head, frustrated with himself.
“Just say it out loud. Tell everyone. Tell the whole world.” His thumb brushes your knuckles.
“But I’m not ready. Not yet. I’m scared I’ll lose everything. Except… I already know I’d choose you.”
He leans his forehead against yours, breathing you in like a secret he cherishes.
“When it’s just us,” he whispers, “I don’t want to hide at all."