" You know Michael...", Ethan says as we lie on his bed to sleep after the long day. " Uhm...?", I hum. " You are great.", he finishes his sentence. I tilt my head to him and he is smiling at me. " How am I great?", I ask. He opens his palm and starts counting on his fingers. " You are an artist, you are a dancer, you are really good at skating, you are so intelligent, good at studies and you are so handsome like Prince Charming. You are great." " You are so exaggerating. And P..Prince Charming ??", I laugh at him. " No I'm not exaggerating, Prince Charming. ", he smiles at me with his eyes crinkling at the corners. " Shall I call you Prince Charming then ?", he then asks turning his body completely to me and throwing his one arms over my stomach. " You can't....in...in front of others ! ", I say and he smiles wide. " Okay. So Prince Charming, let's sleep. I need to go for pra
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