Macey
Lying in Mikey’s arms on his small bed, I felt a sense of comfort despite its size.
When I say small, I really do mean small. I know it’s not a twin, but it’s definitely not a king-size like the one he has at his condo. It barely has enough room for the two of us.
It’s strange how comfortable I feel with Mikey. I should be freaking out, but I’m not. It just feels right.
“It’s too early to go to sleep,” Mikey said to me.
My head was nestled in his chest, so I tilted it to look up at him. “So what do you want to do?” I asked.
He puffed out one cheek and slowly let the air out, making a puffing sound as he did.
“I’ve got an idea. Up for an adventure?” he asked.
I pulled myself away from Mikey. “Adventure? Is it dangerous?” I asked.
“Only if we get caught,” he smirked.
“Mikey!”
