Esme’s POV
“Come on Layton, give it to me.”
“No. It’s not your birthday until tomorrow.” I glared at him. “Why did you even bother to tell me that my present had arrived then?” He smiled at me. “Because I knew it would wind you up. You’re so impatient.”
I slapped his chest. Just before, I wrapped my arms around his neck. Pulling him to me for a kiss. But I didn’t kiss him. I bit his lip instead and then ran away laughing. He laughs as he chases after me. After catching me, he claimed the kiss that was due to him.
“I wish you could be with me.” I told him. “Before midnight, you need to spend time with your family. It might be your last chance for a while. Because I am never letting you out of my sight after that,” he tells me as he tickles me. Making me squeal.
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