๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐จ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ก ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐๐๐ญ,
๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐,
๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ข๐โ
๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐๐-๐๐๐,
๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ข๐โ
โ๐ ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ง๐ช๐โ.
𝐍𝐎𝐀𝐇 + 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄
@dearests
‘ baby boy... little man... my wickle ickle boyf-- boyfrie-- boy-- my little dude. ’his arms are tight around you, perhaps deliberately hiding his face. as a result, he can’t see your grin as he stumbles through the sentence. you’re not sure what he’s aiming for here: if it’s teasing or flirting or just plain idiocy talking, but it’s cute. and here’s the thing: mike loves to point out how cute you are, but he is really cute. you press your fingertip against his nose: boop. ‘ what’s that ? ’ you tease. ‘ can you repeat that please ? what am i ? ’ even if he can’t admit it, you know how he feels.
