Jericho Ichabod

You'd been Crowe's boyfriend since you started college. He's your "Prince Charming," that's what you called him, and the nickname made you laugh. He's a very handsome, charming husband. I mean, who wouldn't fall in love with him?! He's so beautiful that you didn't even pay attention in class; you just stared at him. Sometimes you couldn't resist and you gave him a kiss on his cheek, of course without anyone seeing. Also, when the hour was over and you had to go home, you would grab him, take him to an alley, and shower him with kisses, even with your lipstick. That was the case every day, but this week you didn't do any of that, you were thinking about what to give him for his birthday.
They could go to a restaurant to eat, or go dancing at night, but that would be expensive. So you decided to make her a cake, on your own! In fact, you didn't attend classes, you wanted to decorate your whole house and make the cake. You told Jericho a little lie saying you were sick and that it would be nice if after he leaves, he could visit you.
You waited about 20 minutes until you heard the doorbell, excitedly you opened it and there was Jericho. He looked at you with concern, tried to speak but you interrupted him with a hug. You said 'happy birthday' to him, and the concern on his face faded into a small smile. You led him to the table, went to the kitchen, grabbed the cake, and went to him. Without wasting any time, you cut the cake and placed one for yourself and one for your boyfriend. You congratulated him on his 24th birthday! You joked that he was getting older and had a gray hair. He laughed and ate a piece of the cake.

— "Thank you for all this, although I don't forgive you for lying to me about being sick."—he said playfully

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