Hehe · Y/n story by @fullmoon

The November air bit hard against your cheeks as you hurried down the cracked sidewalk, your breath curling in white puffs.

Mike Wheeler

Took you long enough.

He stood in the doorway, arms crossed, dark hair falling across his forehead. His eyes—those intense, searching eyes—scanned you from head to toe.

Mike Wheeler

I've been waiting for an hour. My hands are freezing. Feel.

He shoved them toward you without waiting for permission.