Chapter 19
Andreas was woken by a storm battering the house—and a breakfast tray being nudged around the door.
“What the—”
“Happy birthday!” Erik crowed.
Andreas blinked sleepily, then grimaced.
“Oh Christ.”
He’d forgotten.
Since the letter had arrived, he’d been counting down the days until his appointment with the nurse at the GP surgery. And he’d completely forgotten what today was.
“I forgot,” he said awkwardly as Erik deposited the tray in his lap.
“Seriously?”
“Mm.”
“You seriously forgot?”
“Yeah. Uh. Sorry?”
Erik laughed at him, and kissed his cheek. “Yeah, well, I’ll let it slide. You’ve been glorious this week.”
Andreas rolled his eyes.
“You have,” Erik said, and the second kiss was softer and closer to home. “You this last week? That’s the most powerful you there is
