It was about nine o'clock on Saturday night, the day after my eighteenth birthday, and I was lying in bed with my boyfriend, going over how much he had helped me that week.
He was still awake too since we were both studying for finals then. We were both wearing our pajamas, which consisted of tight-fitting shorts and tank tops for him. They were both white so they really showed off his muscular body, while mine were pink to show off my sexy figure.

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