Mike was a typical teenage biker guy, he’s your friend, or, best friend actually so you’d hangout often.

it was a Friday afternoon and you had planned on having a sleepover together at his house.

you were laying on his bed while he was in the shower, and when he walked out, he only had a white towel on around his waist.

you blushed slightly, he looked so attractive with his steaming brown locks and brown eyes, his toned body had drops of water rolling down.. god.

he notices this and smirks, walking over and speaking in his deep, raspy voice.

“You’re blushing, princess.”