I was standing off to the side, watching the crowd mingle and fawn over the herd of kids, when I felt the warmth of strong arms wrapping around my waist from behind.
"Looks like a success," he observed. His mouth was dangerously close to my ear and the timber of his voice sent shivers down my spine. "So what about those earlier promises?" he asked.
"Oh, Mr. Cullen, you'll have to wait until much later. Look at this mess I have to clean up," I said as I gestured toward the balled up wrapping paper and plate-covered tables. I turned in his arms and laid my head on his chest as the exhaustion settled in.
"Would it happen any faster if I helped you clean up?" Looking up, I couldn't help but laugh at the grin on his face.
"Maybe. How about you let me see your cleaning skills and I'll see how quick I can get Brandon into bed tonight?" I backed out of his arms and started to sashay away, but turned at the last minute.
"Then later, I could go for a foot massage. It is my birthday, after all. You're supposed to take care of me," I said playfully.
He walked over to where I stood, grabbed my hand and brought it up to his mouth. He placed a kiss on the inside of my wrist and whispered, "Oh, Miss Swan, I intend to do just that."
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