“Happy birthday, Parker,” Jack greets him. Parker somehow manages to smile wider. Jack, blushing sweetly, hands a package wrapped in newspaper back to him. “This is for you.” “No way, you got me a present?” Parker asks, snatching it away and glancing over at me for approval. I nod, and he rips into it. When I look at Jack, he’s already watching me, cheeks pink. “It’s his birthday,” he mumbles, before he’s cut off by an audible gasp from the back of the car. We both turn around to see Parker clutching a navy-blue shirt. “It’s not anything spec—” Jack starts, but is cut off by Parker. “I love
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