Declan’s POV
I helped Cynthia get inside her home. It was harder than it should’ve been, honestly. Mostly because of how she kept moving around in my arms and being difficult. She handed me her keys with no problem but once inside, there was an alarm set. I needed the pin. She turned into this giggly mess. “Cynthia, I need the pin. What is it?”
“Hehe, I won’t tell you unless you give me something juicy for it.”
Sighing, I didn’t know what she could want for it. I mean she is cute, but a drunk Cynthia is not a Cynthia I would want to deal with on a permanent base. “I’ll let you help me pick out a gift for my mother’s birthday. Now can I have the code?”
“Aww yes. I can give you the code. I really want to meet your mother. See how Declan the great became so great.”
“I’m not that great bu
