Nora
“I got you something,” Jack said, leaning around the side of the seat to pull out a bag crappily wrapped. It was sweet.
“What is it?”
“It’s a gift…you open it.”
Rolling her eyes, Nora gave him a look. “I know that. What is it for?”
“Tell me you didn’t forget your birthday. Again.”
She did. Who cares when one has had just as many and they’ve hardly been cause for celebration? No, that’s a lie. Alex always made a big deal out of her birthdays. The best one she’d ever had was the one where he admitted to her that he loved her.
Nora dug into the bag and pulled out…
“Jack…”
Jack grinned and opened the box for her, but she saw the picture on the outside. “You don’t need to worry about cords getting in the way when you’re kicking ass out there.”
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