Happy Birthday

"Wake up, baby," I hear Brian say softly.

"Hmm?" I hum, not even attempting to open my eyes.

"Tara, you're adorable. But I need you to wake up for me, okay?" I slowly open my eyes and see him dressed nicely in a white button up shirt with his sleeves rolled up, and black pants.

"Brian, why are you dressed like that?" I ask, closing my eyes again.

"No, don't fall asleep," he whines. I lazily sit up and look around the room, seeing 4 gifts on the floor next to the bed. I face palm myself, remembering that it's the birthday of yours truly. Finally 19, which means I'm the same age as Brian for like a month.

"Happy birthday, princess," he says, leaning down to kiss me. I pull him closer by his shirt, wanting more of him. After all, he looks smoking hot right now.

"You look so good," I mutter against his lips. He immediately stops and pulls away, clearing his throat. I frown and furrow my eyebrows.

"What? Is my breath bad or something?"