Rolling over, Nick let out a huge groan. He had just heard the doorbell ring, and odds are he would have to get up from his comfy bed. But after lying there, hoping that the person would just go away, he smiled to himself as he heard the door knob start to turn. There was only one person and one person only who had a key to Nick’s apartment. Quietly, he heard the door open, and as he now pretended to be asleep he could hear her quiet awes. “Come on, get up birthday boy. Today’s a big day.” she whispered, running a soft hand through his mess of curls. Nick groaned again, for the fact that she was taunting him or the fact that he was still tired, he didn’t know. Her ears picked up a muffled noise coming from the pillow and she giggled, “I don’t want to hear you sweet talk to your pillow. What did you say?” Nick turned his head, sighing as he spoke, “Birthday boy wants to snuggle.” he said. She started to laugh, not so much that it was a joke, but because she was just in awe of how cute he was. Slowly, she lifted the covers and slipped into the bed, wrapping her body around Nick’s broad shoulders, both of them melting together. She pressed a single kiss to his slightly stubbly cheek, whispering wholeheartedly, “Happy eighteenth birthday Nicholas.”