𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍~ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎

♡Chapter-49♡

Third point of view.

Mikey's hands gripped your waist with quiet intent, pulling you flush against him as his mouth met yours. Your fingers tangled in his hair, the strands soft and damp, and you tugged just enough to hear that low sound he made whenever you touched him like that.

The scent of engine oil lingered in the air, sharp and familiar, but beneath it was him, clean citrus, a sweat trace of something warmer.

You hadn't meant for this to happen.

One second, you were just grabbing drinks. The next, Mikey had followed you into the garage. He barely said a word before pressing you back against the workbench, like he'd been waiting for any excuse to get his hands on you.

A small breath escaped you as he deepened the kiss, and his grip tightened around your waist. He pulled back just enough to look at you, a look of yearning visible in them, gaze flicking between your lips and your eyes.

Then he leaned in again, but this time you pressed a hand to his chest, breath shaky.

"Draken's gonna hear us." You muttered.

But Mikey didn't bulge.

"Let him," He said, voice low. "I don't care."

You hated how much that affected you. How close you were to giving in again.

Especially after this morning, when he showed up in that damn white jumpsuit with the sleeves tied low around his waist, sweat lining his collarbones. You'd barely looked at him and already felt like you were losing.

He noticed. Of course he did. He always noticed. Every glance, every second your eyes lingered longer than they should, he clocked it all.

So instead of fighting it, you curled your fingers into the fabric of his jumpsuit and pulled him back in.

This time, his mouth found your neck, kissing along your skin like he had nowhere else to be. You bit back a sound, nails digging lightly into his shoulder, and felt the quiet hum of satisfaction against your neck.

"Mikey! How long does it fucking take?!"

Draken's voice cut through the tension, sharp and unimpressed.

You exhaled hard, forehead dropping to Mikey's shoulder. He didn’t even blink, just kissed the corner of your jaw.

You pushed him off with a low sigh, straightening your shirt. "This is not the time."

He didn’t argue, but the pout on his face was impossible to miss. "Just one more--"

"Don't push it."

You grabbed the drinks and walked out, jaw tight. Mikey followed close behind, hands in his pockets, still looking like he was two seconds away from dragging you back inside.

When you stepped out into the sun-soaked lot, Draken barely glanced up, the corner of his mouth twitching. "Took you long enough," He drawled, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. "What, got distracted?"

You scoffed, adjusting the drinks in your arms. "Yeah, no. We were just--"

"Sure," Draken cut in, not even bothering to hide the amusement in his voice. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

Mikey strolled in beside you, whistling softly. He rocked on his heels, head tilted as his eyes flicked toward the bike.

"You think Takemitchy will like the gift?"

Draken scoffed, wiping the grease off his hands with his sleeve. "Of course, he will. That idiot cries over anything."

You hummed, tilting your head. "Does he even know how to drive?"