Sacha smiled. "But there's only thirty days in April."
I waggled my eyebrows. "Exactly. I have to text him to remind him of every birthday in our family." I thought about it for a second. “If we weren’t born on the same day, he wouldn’t know what day my birthday was. That’s for sure.”
“What day is your birthday?” he asked.
“December second. Yours?”
“August thirteenth.”
“I’ll have to make sure to remember and send you a One Direction birthday card or something.” I smiled at him.
He blinked. “You’re too generous.”
I shrugged, still smiling. “What about you? Do you know your family’s birthdays?”
"I know everyone’s. If I forgot, my sisters would probably skin my nuts." He paused and thought about it. "Well, Dena, my eldest, would. The rest would put a personal ad on Craigslist for a one-night stand, men only, and put my number as the contact," he laughed.
"That's a good one." I laughed too. "I'll have to remember that in case you ever piss me off."
He mocked a gasp. "Me? Piss you off? Whatever do you mean?"
"Shut your mouth." I elbowed him in the rib. "It's bound to happen one day. You'll catch me on my period again or something."
Sacha stuck his tongue out at the corner of his mouth. "I survived eighteen years with my sisters, and you’re a lot nicer and prettier than they are. We’ll be fine.”
My cheeks went hot, and yet again, I told myself not to take what he was saying seriously. He was nice. Unbelievably nice. Nice people said sweet things to others because that was something they did. I wasn’t going to be an idiot and misinterpret it. “Yeah, sure, Sassy.” I blinked at him, trying to school my cheeks so that they weren’t traitorous blushing bastards. “I’ll let you pay me my twenty dollars later, you don’t have to sweet-talk me.”
Later that night, while TCC was performing, Eli trailed to the merch area to sign some autographs.
"Flabby?" he yelled into my ear while I was helping a fan, with one eye on Sacha in his prim and proper clothing as he moved across the stage.
"What do you want?"
A finger slicked across my bottom lip. "You need a bib," Eliza laughed.
I snickered, shooting him a dirty look. "Leave me alone. You don't see me raining on your parade when you're flirting with girls."
He started to say something else, but Sacha started talking into the microphone about some guy in the audience wearing a Christmas hat and how Christmas was his favorite holiday. "But it's not my favorite day in the year," he said with a smile at the crowd.
Eli leaned into me. "It's steak and BJ day."
I leaned away from him, smirking. "That's your favorite holiday," I told him, earning an excited nod in response.
The opening rift of one of their songs swept through the venue as Sacha stood on one of the floor speakers and pressed the microphone against his lips. "December 2nd!" he screamed into it before the loud crash of the drums signaled the rest of the song.
What in the hell was happening?
"My birthday? Is he gay?” Eli asked me with a confused look on his face.
I punched him in the stomach just for being an idiot.
Chapter Seventeen
It was thebang, bang, bangon the door that scared the shit out of me.
The fact that it was two o’clock in the morning only added towhat-the-hell-is-happeningpanicthat burned through my thoughts.
We’d gotten back to the hotel an hour ago. It was long enough for me to shower and begin to wind down from the hectic sold-out show in Perth. The fact that half the dates in Australia were sold out was both exciting and daunting.
