The Love Algorithm - Vol. III

【Epilogue】

For my twenty-eighth birthday, we decided we weren't going out. That way, there was no risk of anything happening to any of us. Lex's sweet thirty-six had gone smoothly, and we'd celebrated with Kate, Ty, Kev, Shelly, and Lucy, who'd been in town for work. We'd welcomed everyone in our home, after spending the afternoon cooking Korean dishes together.

Nothing dramatic had happened, so it was possible that our curse regarding birthdays was over. But still, since I'd gotten shot last time, I didn't want to take unnecessary risks. Even though the snake guy had officially been sentenced to life in prison, and if nothing bad had unraveled from the whole Becker thing.

If I was being perfectly honest, though, I mostly looked forward to an entire day of being pampered by Lex. Everything else was an excuse to justify that desire. So, I'd gone out the night before with my friends, to make up for the day I'd spend indoors. We'd drank, danced, and had fun. Lex had stayed at home, since it wasn't really his scene, and I hadn't pressured him to accompany me.

Although there had been no curfew, and he'd ordered me to stay out for as long as I wanted and celebrate with my crew, I'd done my best to get back home five minutes before midnight. Greedily, I wanted him to be the first one to wish me a happy birthday. He would forever come first.

So, after my evening out, I'd celebrated in a much more naked manner with my man. It was even the reason why I'd kept the alcohol intake to a minimum, so I could fully enjoy his ministrations. Then, this morning, I'd woken him up with my lips wrapped around his morning wood, as per birthead tradition.

Now, I was lying in bed, lazily stretching my sore limbs, still recovering from the intense and amazing birthday dicking he'd given me. He'd disappeared shortly after, and given the tempting smell of bacon that reached all the way to here, I could easily guess what he was busy doing.

The very satisfied grin he'd put on my face was still there when he came back, carrying a large tray full of things. I sat up excitedly, not minding my nudity. My body might as well have been his at this point, and his mine. He settled the fruit of his hard labor in the middle of the bed, wearing nothing but gray jogging pants, and sat opposite to me, on the side of the bed.

"Ah, it looks delicious!" I enthusiastically claimed. "You've gotten so good at fluffy pancakes. Look at them! Ugh, they're perfect."

"I had a good teacher." Touched that he'd somehow managed to send the compliment back to me, I bent over for a kiss, which he gladly gave me.

Unsurprisingly, the pancakes were as good as they looked, and everything else was perfect. The bacon was crispy, the toasts crunchy, the eggs moist...

"Am I getting a gift this year?" I asked with a quirked eyebrow, still munching on a piece of buttered toast. Amusement appeared on his traits.

"You are. You're getting last year's gift. But greatly improved."

With everything that had followed my birthday, I'd forgotten about my gift, and when I'd eventually asked for it, he'd argued it was now too late, and he'd give it to me for my next birthday. So, that didn't come as a big surprise. But the fact that I wouldn't get anything else was.