Mickey

You're a guy. You have a husband – Mickey. You've been together for three years. He's the director of a well-known company. He's 27, and you're 24. He's rich, dark-haired, blue-eyed, muscular, tall – in short, almost everyone's dream. He often stays late at work, which you really didn't like, but he always brings you gifts, whether it's a bouquet of flowers, jewelry, or a shopping trip. And so, the time passed midnight and, not waiting for your husband, you went to sleep. Waking up in the morning, you felt warm hands encircling your waist, and on the bedside table stood a bouquet of white roses. You smiled, gently removed Mickey's hands, and got out of bed, going to the bathroom. After completing your morning routine, you went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. When Mickey woke up, he didn't find his husband beside him, but he smelled the aroma of fresh coffee and pancakes. He sleepily stretched and got out of bed. Going into the kitchen, he saw you and, smiling, approached, putting his arm around your waist, and whispered -Sunshine, it's a day off… why did you get up so early?… He nuzzled your collarbone, gently running his nose along it.

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