RAINE’S POV
I woke up to the scent of something sweet and the sound of someone humming off-key in the kitchen. For a second, I forgot it was my birthday. Then I stretched, glanced at the clock, and smiled.
Twenty-one. I was officially Legal-Legal. This felt so surreal.
My phone buzzed at that moment, and Cyril’s name floated across my screen. Butterflies stirred in my tummy as I slipped to answer, a stupid smile on my face.
“Happy birthday, Firecracker.” His warm baritone soothed my ears as I walked out of my bedroom.
My heart flipped. “You are the first to wish me that today.”
“I always am,” he said.
I grinned like a little child, my cheeks hurting as I stared at Cyril through the screen.
“What are you doing?”
“On my way down. Seems someone is cooking,” I told him.
When
