I was over at Mikey's place, my boyfriend's crib. He had headed downstairs, leaving me alone in his room. Boredom started to creep in, and I couldn't resist the temptation to snoop around a bit. As I got up and began to explore, I noticed the multitude of medals he had. They practically overflowed his room, and it hit me, my man was a real winner. I muttered to myself, "My man's a winner," and then softly giggled to myself.
While rummaging through his room, I stumbled upon a photo album. I opened it and was greeted by a collection of baby pictures of Mikey. But one particular photo caught my eye—it was his mom holding him, both of them smiling ear to ear. He looked incredibly cute. Not realizing his presence behind me, I commented, "You looked so cute," and, before I could even finish, I felt him rest his head between my neck and shoulder, leaving sweet kisses on my skin. I couldn't help but blush.
"Looked?" he teased, his lips still lingering on my neck. "Not like that," he continued, and I felt his smile against my skin. "I know what you meant, babe," he laughed.
I kept flipping through the pages of the photo album, occasionally pausing to ask him about the events surrounding each of the photos
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