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He continues to hum. And I reach up, clinging to his forearms.
He hums too many syllables for the name Tilda, and I smile through the urge to cry.
When he’s done, he releases his hold of me.
I bend and silently wish for more birthdays like this.
Good ones.
Perfect ones.
Then I blow out the candle.
Chapter 102
Ethan
Tilda stepsout of the bathroom, dress off, long pajama shirt on. “You finally ready?”
I roll my eyes at her teasing. “Get in the bed.”
“You’re on my side.”
I shake my head. “Closest to the door, remember?” I double-checked the dead bolt, but if I’m here, the rule stands.
Tilda makes a face like she’s annoyed, but I don’t think it’s real. I think she likes it.
The bedside lamp is on, casting enough of a glow to see by. And enough for me to watch her bare thighs as she crosses around to the other side of the bed.
I hold both plates up as she lifts the covers and climbs in beside me.
She takes a moment to situate herself, then grabs her tablet off her nightstand and taps the screen.
Tilda is sitting cross-legged, but she’s pulled the blankets back up over her lap, so unfortunately, I don’t get a glimpse of her panty-covered pussy. But still, just knowing she’s not wearing pants or shorts or anything but a fucking thin shirt—that I can see her nipple piercings through—and panties, has my cock stirring to life.
I shift, best I can, while holding two plates of cake and sitting with my back against the headboard with my legs straight out.
“What’re we watching?” I ask to distract myself.
Tilda leans forward, all the way onto her knees, then stretches forward and sets the tablet on my ankles, propped up against my feet.
I crumble to temptation and lean over so I can look at her ass in those pale pink panties.
“Hold still,” she chides, adjusting the tablet.
“Sit on my face.”
Tilda snickers, like I’m fucking joking, and sits back how she was before.
Resigned, I sigh and hand her one of the plates as the opening of a show I’m not familiar with starts to play.
I pick up my fork. “Do I need any background going into this?”
Tilda shakes her head, turning the plate in her hold so the two halves of the cupcakes are perpendicular to her body. “It’sSecond Bite. The baking competition…” She glances at me. “Have you not heard of it?”
I shake my head and shove some of the chocolate dessert into my mouth.
She widens her eyes at me. “Seriously?”
