It just seems too good to be true. I’ve been wishing for this on every birthday cake since the tenth grade.” I tilt my face up and press a long kiss to his lips, my hand lifting to brush along his jaw line. “Was it really every single birthday wish?” “Every single one,” he says. “Peter, that’s a lot of wishes.” “It is a lot of wishes,” he says, love and warmth in his gaze. “Thanks for making them all come true.”
