If I know him, he's spent every spare second the last couple of days making it from scratch, and that's saying something since time has been extra tight.
"After presents?" she presses, and I share a look with Atticus.
"Yeah, we don't really do presents, Angel."
Her mouth drops. "What do you mean you don'tdopresents?"
Seven shrugs sheepishly, and Atticus stares at her deadpan.
"We did when we were kids," I offer.
A knot forms between her brows. "I didn't know there was an age-appropriate expiry date on gift giving."
The sarcasm in her tone is loud, and I laugh, but then I realize…
"Wait, so you got me something?"
She crosses her arms. "I might've. Well, actually, I ordered it before I knew it was your birthday today, butsince itisyour birthday…" She trails off, shrugging when she sees my smirk.
"You bought me a present before you even knew it was my birthday?" I want to double-check that.
She nods.
"Why?"
Now it's her turn to look confused. "Why not?"
"Come on," Sev says. "Let's see it, then."
Meanwhile, Atticus grumbles something about the cake before he goes to put it back in the kitchen.
"Right now?" Aurora asks, and I don't get why she suddenly seems nervous.
Sev cocks his head at her. "Didn't you want to do presents?"
"Well, yeah, but I thought everyone would have something for him."
Now I'mreallycurious what she got me. I was not looking forward to today at all. Not after last night. I was so angry at the guys for letting her see me like that, but somehow she made it okay. The way she clung to me, even all sweaty, still shaking, and the most embarrassed I've been in a long time…it cemented something for me.
She's one of us.
Ours.
Atticus returns with a sigh. "We doing presents or what?"
Aurora's throat bobs as she turns to face me. "Okay, so, before I show you, I want to say something."
There's worry in the lines around her eyes when they meet mine.
"Say what?"
"There's a chance you might totally hate it."
Her face pinches, and I cup her cheek as I shake my head. "If it's from you, I'm going to love it."
She flinches, and her uncertainty is contagious.
"You really might not."
