I heard a knock on the door. I and Cameron pulled away from the hug. I stared at the ground. He scoffed. "C'mon Hardwick! People are waiting for you to cut the cake," a voice shouted. "I'll be down there in a minute," he replied. He put the drumsticks back in the box and put the box on the bed. "I'll go first and clear the coast. You come after a minute or two," he told. I nodded.
"Guess we'll have to procrastinate the B'day s*x," he winked. "Oh yeah. Like you're getting some," I said sarcastically. "No, I'm getting a hell lot of it. In fact, more than thirty girls have offered me since morning," he said as a matter of fact. "You've come across more than thirty blind girls since morning?" I said in fake astonishment. "Jealous, Clayton?" He smirked. "What's even there to get jealous over?"
