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“Okay, night, baby.”

We stay like statues until her mum has moved away and Peony waits another few minutes to be sure.

Flipping the covers back off us, she gives me a hard shove and I fall to the floor once again.

“You have to go!” she whisper-shouts at me, and I find myself nodding in shocked agreement. Do I want to leave? No. But do I want to get caught by Peony’s mum? No fucking way.

“Yeah, yeah that’s probably for the best,” I murmur, scrubbing a hand through my hair. Fuck.

“Goodnight, Axel,” she says firmly, lying back down and tucking the duvet up around her head like it can protect her from me.

“Goodnight, princess.”

“Happy birthday,” she whispers as I climb out of her bedroom with the worst fucking case of blue balls I’ve ever had in my life.

Happy fucking birthday indeed.

I forgot to pick up my shirt.

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