BMC Michael One Shots (Female Reader)

Clean

"Oh, I didn't know you were stopping by!" I said, smiling at my boyfriend casually sitting on my bed.

He shrugged, seeing the towel in my hair. "Just showered?" he asked, and I nodded.

"Yeah, it's a little muddy outside, and I took my dog out and, long story short, it ended up with my pitbull knocking me into the mud."

"Sounds like quite the adventure," he said as I sat next to him. Giggling, I pulled the towel from my hair, letting the wet strands fall down my back.

"Michael, would you mind brushing my hair?" I asked, looking at him.

"What, your arms too short?" he teased, but he was standing up to grab a brush from my dresser.

"So funny," I said sarcastically, and he chuckled at me.

Michael sat behind me on the bed, and, a moment later, the brush began running through my hair. Since I'd just showered, my hair was very complient. I don't think there were any knots. At least, knot to my knowledge.

"All done," he sighed, running a hand through my hair. "So, what now?"

I pretended to think as I flopped backward, laying down across him with my head on his chest.

"Nap time," I said, burying my face in his red hoodie. "Cozy."

He chuckled, arms wrapping around my waist as we laid there comfortably. His warmth spread through me like a fire, and, soon, I was lulled into a very soft sleep.