Mike Wheeler x Reader

Part Ten

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Mike's P.O.V.

"We're just gonna have to wait a little while, okay Mike? I don't know what to do. You don't have to worry about me going back now though. My mother should be home now, and she's probably getting ready to kill me when she sees me again." She said, laughing towards the end, even though I'm pretty sure she wasn't joking.

"Good." I said, relieved, "I'm still going to stay up all night to make sure you don't get any ideas, though." I joked.

In all seriousness, I wanted her to stay away from that woman. I didn't even know if she could live here, but we'd find a way. I'd find a way. No matter what.

She stepped out of the shower. The towel I'd given her was just barely large enough to completely cover her. I looked away immediately.

"Was this planned?" She asked, smiling as she gestured to the towel.

"N-No! Uh, I'm gonna l-leave you to it," I said, hurriedly slipping out of the room, shutting the door behind me. If she ends up living here, there might be a few problems...

I turned into my room, trying to wash the image of (Y/N) in that towel out of my mind. Not thirty seconds later, she walked straight into my room, without hesitation. She still had the towel on. That stupid towel...

"Hey Mike, could I borrow a T-shirt?" She asked innocently.

I didn't really hear what she was saying, and even if I did hear her, I'm sure I wouldn't have been able to respond correctly.

"Mike?" She probed, "Earth to Mike. Hello?" She waved her hand in front of my face. Her towel lowered slightly when she removed her hand from it. Oh God...

I managed to look away from her body and into her eyes.

"You really have no self control, do you?" She said, laughing. I looked to the ground. "Aw," She said, reacting to my shamefulness, "If it makes you feel any better, I look at you too."

I flinched when she said that. A girl looks at me... Like that. Wow, okay. She really had no problem telling me that, did she.

I jumped up and swiped a black shirt out of my dresser. I needed her to get out of here before I did something stupid.

"Here!" I practically shouted, my voice cracking. That's great. I pretty much shoved the shirt into her face. She took one of her hands away from the towel, which caused it to droop again, exposing more of her skin. She took the shirt.

"Thanks Mike." She said, smiling, "You might want to change into some looser pants." She added, whispering. She then happily walked out the door. I looked down and stopped myself from gasping. I knew the boner was there, I just didn't know it was that... visible. There wasn't much I could've done to hide it at the time, so I'd just prayed she couldn't see it.

"I have no control over that!" I yelled, trying to redeem myself, though I knew it was useless.

I took a few moments to run over that entire situation in my mind.

She must have understood that I couldn't do anything about it. I mean, she cant really blame me either. Has she seen herself? She's fucking hot.

I wasn't helping myself by thinking that. I'd never calm down if I continued to have those thoughts.

Trying to distract myself, I decided to change into a different shirt. It was a simple activity, nothing that could make me more excited than I already was. Hopefully...