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“I want to give you your birthday present,” Shane said, picking Laney up off the couch and tossing her over his shoulder.

“You can’t give it to me now!” she squealed as he loped down the hall. “My birthday’s not until tomorrow!”

He slapped her ass and she laughed as he tossed her onto the bed. She bounced, and he prowled over to her, pulling her legs towards him while he stood at the edge of the mattress.

“Well if this is my present then it’s okay I guess…” she said, as he ran his hands up her thighs.

He flashed her a crooked smile and then went to his dresser, rummaging around. His drawers were full, now, her wardrobe taking up half of them and most of his closet. She’d slowly started bringing more and more things home with her, and at some point she realized that her bedroom at the house was more or less empty.

“Here,” he said, his eyes shining, tossing her a long thin envelope.

She opened it greedily and pulled out two concert tickets.

“The Tragically Hip?” she squealed. “ Tomorrow?”

“Happy birthday,” he beamed.

“Oh my God Shane, you’re the best! The best the best the best! Thank you!” She kissed him loudly and sloppily all over his face, like a dog.

Life can never get any better than this.