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A fucking present if I ever saw one.

I just stare at him, my eyes watering slightly at the sentiment.

How did he know? How the fuck did he know?

He must register the shock on my face because he smiles and says, “I went through your mail. It told me it was your birthday,” he explains and then shrugs, his nipples puckering the closer I get.

“You didn’t have to do this,” I say as he pulls out a lighter and lights the single pink candle.

“I did.”

He starts to sing “Happy Birthday” and fuck me, he has a nice voice. It’s low, husky. Makes my dick perk up.

Oh, who am I kidding? It was hard earlier. All day really. Just thinking of him.

When he’s done, the song trailing off, he grins at me. “Make a wish, Silas.”

He holds the chocolate cupcake out to me, and I pause, letting everything filter through my mind.

I wish that I wasn’t lonely anymore.

I wish that I could fuck Everly.

I wish I could hold him as we sleep.

That’s too many wishes, I think as I blow the candle out. Only one needs to come true. But as I watch the smoke slither up between us, our eyes lock.

I can have whatever I want. I don’t need a wish to make it come true.

I can make it come true.

Motherfucking me.

The realization settles within me as Everly leads me over to a kitchen chair, lowering me into it.

“I’m going to feed this to you,” he says softly as he crouches down before me. I watch as his skin shimmers golden in the dim light, watch as his fingers break part of the cupcake off and he holds it up to my mouth.

“I know that this isn’t professional?—”

“Fuck professional,” I interrupt as I lean forward and pull that piece of cake between my lips. My tongue snakes around his fingers, and I watch as his blue eyes are eclipsed by black.

His breathing grows stuttered.

“Yeah. Fuck yeah. Fuck professional,” he whispers back as he breaks off more cake and feeds it to me. I eat it all, letting him smear it across my lips, watching as his gaze darkens with each lick and bite. When I’m done, he leans forward, our breath intermingling as he kisses me clean, licking and lapping at my lips, sucking the bottom one into his mouth and making me groan.

When he pulls away, his lips red, he meets my gaze once more.

“Are you sure about his?” he asks, and I nod.

I want this too much. I want to make my own wishes come true.

I want to stop fighting it so hard.

For once in my life, I want to let myself be happy.

“Yeah.”

He stands up and leans down once more, his face near mine, his lips sliding to the shell of my ear. “Then I’m going to give you a little birthday present.”




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