Mike and you are “best-friends”, you’ve been friends since you were little because your dad is friends with his and blah, blah, blah

You guys are hanging out after a make out session and cuddling because your dad would never except that, and why would he care if he’s working in his shop that’s downstairs of the apartment.

Mike smiled a bit and put his head in your chest and under your shirt to feel your bare waist.

“Hey.. Do you love me?..cause this feels a lot like love..I think..”