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I smirk, playing along. “Stop being friends with hot blondes who have nice tits.” As much fun as I’ve had on and off with Syn since the breakup with Dylan, I don’t have any interest in fucking her anymore…

West pretends to wipe drool off his lip. “We can be friends with Syn if you want.”

Frankie wraps up the call by telling me she’s going to have lunch with her. Apparently, the drummer knows a bassist looking to form a band, and he asked Syn if she knew of any vocalists who might be a good fit.

Frankie was her only recommendation.

“Love you so much. I’ll let you know how it goes later!” She hangs up, and I feel a sweep of sadness brush over me. I haven’t spent a birthday without her since we were seven.

West hops off the bed, distracting me as he wanders into the attached bathroom and turns on the shower. He comes back and leans towards me on one knee, his other leg staying on the floor. “Sorry, I wouldn’t have gone along with Kell’s dogpile suggestion if I thought you’d still be in this.” He tugs at his shirt, and the dimpled smile he wears doesn’t look like he’s sorry at all.

I’d barely made it out of his bed without falling asleep last night, and his shirt was the last thing I was worried about when I finally got back to my room.

I’ve done almost everything I told myself I wouldn’t when it’s come to him. That’s why I can’t let go of the last two rules I’ve put in place for us.

I wasn’t going to go to his show.

I wasn’t going to see him again.

I wasn’t going to sleep with him again.

I wasn’t going to fall for him… I haven’t checked it off my list yet, fighting with the piece of me who I’m not sure will ever believe I deserve someone who looks at me the way West is right now—the way he always does.

The last two rules left to break are the worst of them all: no sleepovers, and this is over when tour ends.

“Take a shower, come eat, and then you have about”—he looks at the clock on the wall—“an hour to get ready.”

I raise a brow. “To go where?”

West taps me on the chin with his thumb, drawing my face up to his. My stomach flips from his undivided attention. “On birthday adventures.” He glances to my lips, licking his before returning his eyes to mine. I’m about to lean in and kiss him, when he says, “I’m not telling you anything, so don’t bother.”

As much as I want to argue, I don’t, but I do decide to answer West’s burning question from our night in Salem. “It wouldn’t do us any good…”

He pauses on his way off the bed, confused and waiting.

I giggle softly. “Meeting Syn.” West cocks his head, and I crack a smile. “I don’t like to share, Hotshot.”

It clicks immediately, his eyes growing wide and lips parting. “Mara too?”

My smile is answer enough, but I slide off the bed, my arm brushing his as I walk to the bathroom in nothing but his cropped shirt that doesn’t cover my ass. When I turn and lean against the door frame, West is sitting on the edge of the bed staring.

“What can I say? We have similar taste in women.” I wink, and close the door, but don’t miss West falling back on the bed like I landed a killshot.

I’m sure West has had his fair share of threesomes, and I’ve had a few too, but I’m not keen on sharing my attention in the bedroom—especially not West’s.

It might be a hot fantasy, but West wouldn’t be able to handle not being the one to make me come, and I don’t think I want anyone else to try anyway.

When breakfast’s over, I send Frankie a text with the pancake emoji and the redheaded queen before I throw on a simple face of makeup and fluff the hair I didn’t wash in the shower. Nothing a brush, curling iron, and dry shampoo can’t fix!

By the time she responds, I’m too distracted by my first birthday adventure to notice.

West booked a blacksmithing class where we make mini swords, and when he puts his protective goggles on, I snap a few pictures, promising not to share them anywhere.

I immediately post it to my story with small words hidden by his shoulder.

HexedHeroine posted a story: How to obtain a Hex like @WestParkerComedy Take them to a blacksmith & make (prop) swords as a bday surprise

West shares it to his story, our notifications blowing up the rest of the afternoon.