“Twenty-eight, twenty-eight,” Adam teased, a grin on his handsome face, “Three more years and you’re out of the calendar, how does it feel, Miss Adrianna?”
I laughed and shook my head at him, “Shut up, Adam. Even when I grow old and wrinkly, I’ll still have game.”
He smirked, “I don’t doubt that a second. I’m sure you’ll still have me wrap around your finger.”
Rolling my eyes, I cracked the head of the shrimp off of its body. Adam’s flirty attitude was the least of my worries. He’s always been like that, even when we weren’t dating. It was my 28th birthday and Justin and I celebrated it with family yesterday so we could have the actual day to ourselves. They were assuming I was with James, but I’m pretty sure my husband had no idea today was a special day for his wife. Hence why I was w
