~Maeve~
Freya envelopes me in a bear hug, just as Dylan drives away after dropping me at the parking lot of my uni. “Happy birthday, girl!” she yells into my ear with no care for the people who are giving us weirded out stares as they walked past us. Right, birthday. Is it the twenty-fourth of January, already? “How’s the twenty-fifth year treating you?” she chirps, before linking our arms as we make our way towards class.
“Frey!” I laugh. “I’ve probably been twenty-five for a whole of eight hours and I was sleeping for half of it. So, I can’t tell you how it’s been treating me!” She snickers at that but soon enough, her eyes taken on an improper glint. “Sleepin’ for the half of it, huh? What were you doing for the other half? Bet, lover boy sexed you out well and good!” She wiggles
