sebastian hayes
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"Good morning sweetheart."
Loïse climbs up on me, leaving kisses all over my body.
"Happy 22, you old man", she laughs, finally placing a kiss on my lips.
"Good morning baby", I feel the corners of my lips tug up. She looks deliciously beautiful already, even though it must be around 10 in the morning.
"How are you feeling, being a year older and all?", she asks. "Even though technically, you didn't just level up a year in one day; you spent the whole year getting a year older. So basically, how are you feeling now that it's been a year since you started aging after 21?"
"It feels good when I've got a nice girl on top of me", I tease, then ask her seriously: "How are you feeling?"
"Y'know, I'm feeling pretty well. I have to let it rest after a while, I can't let it haunt me forever."
I nod my head, pulling her back in for another kiss. She whimpers into it softly and it turns me the fuck on.
"So, when am I getting my gift?", I ask jokingly, giving the side of her hips a pat.
"Crap, I totally forgot about that", she acts surprised. "You're gonna have to do it without any gift today, woops."
"You're a terrible actor", I tell her, rolling my eyes playfully.
"You're right, I do have a gift. In fact, I have two."
I raise my eyebrow.
"The first one is in the kitchen right now, the second one'll have to wait."
"Kitchen?", I frown.
"Yeah, let's go down!", she tells me, wiggling her hips obliviously. I grit my teeth.
"Or you can let me go down on you", I suggest.
"I think not, ma'am. Besides, your gift's still waiting for you and it's about to burn if we don't get to it soon."
She pulls me out of bed and I groan. We get downstairs and a whole ass decorated cake stands there on the kitchen counter, holding two candles which say "22".
"You like it?", she asks with a smile. I nod my head, kissing her again.
"Want a taste?"
"Of what?", I tease. She rolls her eyes in response.
"Someone woke up, ready to get down and dirty apparently."
"Sure did, with you looking all delicious", I tell her.
She looks down at herself. "I'm literally wearing one of your stinky shirts."
Loïse grabs us plates and a knife to cut the cake. She makes me blow out the candles, not by a regular "happy birthday" song, but to Taylor Swift's "22". Fitting. It also had to be the Taylor's version, whatever that means, or she'd throw a fit.
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