mike pushed his bedroom door open without bothering to knock. he'd gone downstairs to grab ice cream while you changed.
at the sound of the door, you jumped up from the little chair in front of his desk.
he saw you.
slowly, he leaned back against the door, letting it swing shut behind him. the dumbest grin spread across his face.
he set the bowls of vanilla ice cream down on the side table without taking his eyes off you.
"is that my shirt?"
you looked down at the oversized mickey mouse shirt hanging off your frame.
you grinned and stuck your tongue out at him.
"not anymore"
mike laughed under his breath.
he pushed himself off the door and walked over.
"mamaaa" he shook his head. "you look way too cute in that."
"you got me out here looking stupid." you laughed. "no, seriously."
now he was standing right in front of you. he slipped his hands around your waist and pulled you closer.
"look at you."
he guided you over to the bed and sat down, pulling you onto his lap. one arm stayed wrapped securely around your waist.
mike buried his face against your shoulder for a second and let out a dramatic groan.
"i'm sick."
"what?"
"you keep doing stuff like this. wearing my clothes. looking all pretty and sexy"
you rolled your eyes. he just pulled you closer.
"you're adorable."
his voice softened.
"so adorable."
he pressed a kiss to your cheek.
then another.
then your jaw.
then finally your lips.
a quiet laugh escaped him as he rested his forehead against yours.
"i love you."
"i really, really love you." he smiled, eyes locked on yours."you love me too, right, minnie?"