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Chapter Forty-Two: Hah…

"I’m curious, why ‘Happy birthday’?"

The Alpha asks as we walk from the convenience store. I craved ice cream; I did not expect him to respond in such a fashion.

I don’t really crave sweets that often, or I have trained myself not to respond to the cravings either way, something I want it today.

“Why not?”

I respond with a laugh that echoes in the air while swinging my empty ice cream stick around recklessly.

He takes my hand, removes the sticky item and dumps it in the nearby trash before lacing his very clean hands in my sticky one.

He is oddly touchy when drunk.

“Aren’t you a germophobe, or is it me that you cannot stand touching?”

His expression shifts into a more sombre one, so I smile.

“Just kidding, you don’t need to answer.”

Let's not ruin the mood.

"As for why I chose that he sings… hmm, I have always had people wish me a ‘happy birthday’, but none has ever sung it to me."

I confess as his hand in mine pulls me from where I walk, exchanging our positions so that he is the one
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