His Little Obsession
The glint in his eyes dropped, and he wore a stoic expression, staring at me.
He huffed in annoyance, a pout etched on his lips. “Aren’t I your little boy anymore?” He whined. I shook my head in amusement, clicking my tongue as I watched his pouty face. How did he manage to switch a serious topic into something else?
“Come here, little boy,” I muttered in a soft voice, stressing the last two words. His eyes lit up, springing to his feet. He threw himself into my body, wounding his arms around my neck tightly.
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