Jan 27
And then he’s right there, his hand sliding under the blanket, settling on Will’s bare stomach where his sweater has ridden up.
“Oh my god.” Will flinches and Mike chuckles against his shoulder, scooting close.
“Sorry.” But instead of pulling away, he keeps his icy hand right there on Will’s exposed stomach. “Your skin’s like a heater.”
“But I’m cold!”
“Your stomach’s not.”
Will doesn’t protest, even though the touch gives him chills all over. And maybe Mike had expected him to, because when Will doesn’t say anything, his voice gets a little softer.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
You took my heart (I was sleeping) by Lameparties
