“Babe?” Nick questioned, turning the door knob and entering her apartment. He thought he would see her sitting on the couch, but the apartment was empty. “I’m back here!” Nick heard her yell. With a smile on his face, he unbuttoned the top button on his suit jacket and heard his shoes click against the hardwood floor the closer he got to her. Nick spotted her in the bathroom, taking a strand of her brown hair and turning it around a rod to make her individual curls more spirally. Nick smiled, taking her off guard as he came from behind and wrapped his big arms around her waist, pulling her more towards his chest than the counter. She let out a shrill giggle that soon choked on silence as Nick gently pushed her hair to the side. She melted into his touch, what usually happens whenever he is around, and he held her tighter to him, trying to hold as much of her heart as possible. Quietly, he pressed a kiss to her now bare neck, and the silence coated them like a blanket. Sighing, Nick snickered, “Happy birthday Kayla, you’re officially eighteen years old.”