"I asked you once when your birthday was and you told me you'd forgotten…"
"Sofia…" His voice was choked with emotion, already knowing what I was trying to imply.
I poured blood into one glass and handed it to him before pouring champagne into my own. "You deserve a birthday, Derek." I couldn't keep a grin from my face as I shrugged. "So I decided to just make one up for you."
I was relieved to find a smile form on his face. "A toast to the day you came into my life."
"It's your day, Derek, but hey…" I chuckled. "I'll drink to that." The edges of our glasses clinked as we shared a toast. We spent the next couple of hours, seated on the hood of the car, watching the stars and goofing around with the small meal that came with the basket. Of course, he couldn't really partake of anything but the blood, but that didn't stop him from amusing himself by shoving strawberries coated in sticky white chocolate into my mouth.
