Stephen stood in the doorway, an amused smile gracing his features as he held a pack of beer. "I understand your eagerness to engage with one another, but it would be courteous to at least secure the door next time," he remarked.
My cheeks flushed at his comment, and I noticed Michael chuckling, which reminded me that I was still positioned atop him. He finally released me, prompting me to rise quickly.
"I... um... we weren't... he..." I stammered, struggling to articulate my thoughts as my embarrassment intensified. While I felt awkward about Stephen witnessing our predicament, I was relieved it wasn't Michael's mother; that would have been exceedingly uncomfortable.
In an instant, both boys erupted into laughter. I crossed my arms and shot them a disapproving glare. Eventually, their
