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He laughed. "Right. But it's still your birthday. You should still do something to celebrate."

"My brother will pull some family dinner on me tomorrow. There will be more cake. Although, he never seems to listen when I tell him that I'm not twelve and I don't want an ice cream cake anymore."

"What’s wrong with ice cream cake?”

"I don't know. They're great sometimes, but I can't eat a whole one."

"Well, it's your birthday, so you should have whatever kind of cake you want."

"Agreed." I scooped up another forkful of cake.

"So what's your brother like? Do you still live with him?"

I nodded. "He is overprotective." It was the nicest word I could think of.

"If you were my sister, I probably wouldn't let you out of the house either."

I rolled my eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He laughed and then leaned back on the sofa, one arm casually placed against the back edge. "Besides you being well fit? And men being twats?”

"Whatever the hell that means."

"Oh, come on, you must know."

I shrugged. "Know what?"

He eyed me up and down. "You're clearly a stunner."

I shrugged. “I don’t feel like one.”

"What do you mean? Other blokes you're dealing with must be blind."

I laughed. "You are very good for the ego, Mr. King."

"I have eyeballs. My eyesight is not compromised.”

"Yes, I see you do. And they are a very pretty color."

"Hold on. It's your birthday. I give you the compliments."

"By all means, please do." I laughed.

He studied me then. "You're taking the piss, right?"

"About what?"

"About blokes not fancying you."

"I didn't say that. But the blokes that fancy me, most of them can't seem to take not being fancied back. For the last two years I've been in the haze of grief and school. I haven't really had time to focus on anything like relationships, so I don't really date much."

"That’s bullshit."

"Are you hitting on me, Mr. King?"

He nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, a hundred percent."

His honesty made me laugh. "I'm not your type. I promise you."

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