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I heard the alarm beep behind me but it quickly cancelled so I didn’t bother to open my eyes. I was just drifting back into blissful sleep again when I became aware of someone singing quietly in my ear, and fingers trailing up and down my side, tickling my skin. I couldn’t help the goofy grin that stretched across my face.
“...to you. Happy birthday, dear Maisie. Happy birthday,” a soft kiss was planted on the side of my neck making me draw in a ragged breath, “to you.”
I opened my eyes and half rolled over to see Luke lying against my back. His gorgeous face was merely inches away, and his big brown eyes were locked onto mine. His dark brown hair was messy and sticking out at all angles, but it suited him like that, it made him look a little rough and ready. He had a five o’clock shadow across his strong jaw and a big smile on his face that matched my own.
“Hip hip,” he mumbled, his lips almost touching mine.
“Hooray?” I asked, giggling.
He laughed too and finally pressed his soft lips to mine. I smiled against his mouth and wrapped my arm around his neck, pulling him closer to me as he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling on it gently. I opened my mouth, praying I didn’t have morning breath, but knowing Luke he wouldn’t even care if I did.
I lost myself in the bliss of Luke’s kissing, silently wondering, as I had done hundreds of times, just what it was that he saw in me. Out of all the girls he could have chosen, he chose me, and I’d never understand it. His hand traced up my stomach as he kissed me deeply, making my toes curl as my body got so excited that I could barely think about anything other than his taste and the feel of his fingertips trailing over my body. Finally, he pulled away and kissed the tip of my nose.
“Good morning,” I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper because of just waking up.
“Good morning, birthday girl,” he answered. “You know, I’ll never get used to how beautiful you look in the morning. The no make-up and messy bed hair really does it for me. So perfect,” he whispered, gripping my hip and pulling me closer to him again.
I smiled, tracing my fingers across his broad shoulders. “You’re just saying that to get into my pants.”
He laughed and brushed his nose against mine. “Been there. Done that. You’re wearing my T-shirt,” he replied, grinning proudly as he tugged on the bottom of his T-shirt that I’d slept in.
I giggled and bit my lip. I’d had a year and seven months with him, and he still managed to make me feel like a giddy little girl, it was a little crazy really. “Whatever, Luke.” I pulled his mouth to mine again as I rolled my eyes playfully.
He pulled back as I tried to deepen the kiss. “How about I give you your present now?” he offered, stroking the side of my face. The way he was looking at me made my face heat up; if I didn’t feel exactly the same about him then the soft, tender way he was looking at me would scare me. We were only eighteen, but I knew this was him, this was the guy, the one, and the look on his face told me that he was thinking exactly the same thing about me.