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We are officially into my birthday month now, so the party is on! I’m not counting anymore, but this one is a big one, which means lots of celebrating this year. Cake and balloons and probably a new tattoo, too.
How do you mark a big birthday? Something casual or understated? Or a giant blow-out party?
I’m going to start the party with a snippet of story for you. Maybe a little snippet from the shifter story I’m hoping to finish this weekend?
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Then she realized he’d asked her a question, and her cheeks flamed hot again. She dragged her gaze back up, expecting him to be smirking. Then she realized he’d asked her a question, and her cheeks flamed hot again. She dragged her gaze back up, expecting him to be smirking.
But he wasn’t, just watching her with those somber green eyes. “I’m not hungry,” she managed.
He nodded, then turned away again.
She heard his light steps on the stairs, and she dropped flat onto the pillow behind her, eyes shutting. Holy shit, she needed to get herself together. She wondered if she could get dressed and go across the hall to the guest room. Then frowned. What was wrong with her? A gorgeous man who had been very pleasant company earlier had just made her brain melt down. If she got dressed and went down to sleep in his guest room, he think he’d done something wrong.
And he had definitely done everything very right. She totally understood what the fuss was all about. She hadn’t before. Self-induced orgasms were nothing like that. At least hers weren’t. totally understood what the fuss was all about. She hadn’t before. Self-induced orgasms were nothing like that. At least hers weren’t.
Anton reappeared, water bottles in hand. She swallowed and pushed herself upright, then fumbled for the rumpled sheet.
He caught her wrist before she found the edge. “Are you getting modest now?” One of his eyebrows quirked up a little.
“Too late for that, I guess,” she muttered, taking the water bottle he offered.
“Oh, much,” he agreed, uncapping his water while she took a drink. “I’ve already seen it all.”
She choked on her first sip of water, and he patted her helpfully on the back, then sat down facing her on the side of the bed. She wiped at her watering eyes a moment later. “That wasn’t nice.”
“Sorry.”
She gave his unrepentant expression a narrow-eyed stare, then she shook her head and took another careful sip. “You know,” she started, cautiously, “I can go back to the guest room. I mean, you said last night you don’t bring anyone home, so I don’t want this to be weird for you.”
His green eyes went to slits. “What?”
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So tell me. How do you celebrate milestone birthdays? I really want to know. Especially if you’ve come up with something I should have on my list for this month.