“Um… what?” Theo looks confused.
And Frankie, Zeb, and Bea all explain in unison. “Mothman.”
Hugging Bridget, we squeal at the reunion before I introduce her to our friends.
“Okay,” I sigh with a clap. “Who wants a tour while we wait for the birthday boy?”
“Ooh! Me!”
Bea and Zeb both shimmy around excitedly. Frankie takes Bridget and Micah on each arm, following along, while Guty and Theo whisper to each other about which of Kyran’s teammates from the Philly Eagles are here.
I proceed to walk the group of them around our two-floor townhouse, showing them the set-up while theyoohandahh. Not to brag or anything, but this place is fucking boss. Kyran and I set it up like the ultimate bachelor pad, only for a couple. We’ve got a home theater, our own gym, four bedrooms, a full bath with an attached master, home office, a kitchen that wouldprobably even have Gordon Ramsay stuttering, and an outdoor deck with a barbecue enclosure and a hot tub.
It’s absolutelyinsane. The kind of place you dream about having, and Kyran and I have it… Two twenty-year-olds who didn’t even finish college.
God bless America.
I’m showing Micah my library of conspiracy theory books and our memorabilia case when my phone buzzes in my pocket. It’s a text from Tom.
“Oh shit.” My heart immediately starts thudding. “Kyran’s on his way home. He’ll be here in fifteen minutes.”
I corral them all out of the room so we can get ready while Zeb tugs on my sleeve. “Can I please come live with you?”
I shake my head, laughing.
“Seriously, bro. This place is loco…” Guty says.
“That’s that NFL money.” Theo grins.
“And that OnlyFans money,” Zeb sings, winking at me.
“Aww, I recognize so many of these rooms from your reels!” Bea squeals, taking my hand. “You guys are so cute together. Your posts are the highlight of my day. I’m always like,I know them!”
I can’t help but chuckle as heat rushes to my face.
“I like the one when Kyran was hiding your junk food.” Frankie giggles.
“My favorite was his reaction to you ranting about the Hudson Valley sightings,” Micah cackles.
“Really? I’m partial to the shower videos…” Zeb murmurs.
I glare at him, though my lips are curved into a knowing smirk. “Those are just for the Fans.” I wink at him, and he mimics a kiss.
“Alright, everyone!” I shout, turning down the music to address the party. “Ten-minute warning!”
Rushing off to the kitchen, I check in with the chef and the servers to make sure they’re all set to be quiet for a few minutes for the surprise. All the guests get into position in the living room, and my adrenaline is spiked as I watch the front door security camera for Kyran’s car.
Only a few minutes of me freaking out later, his Mercedes SUV pulls up along the curb. Frankie dims the lights while everyone crouches down, and my pulse is clanking, excitement buzzing with a dash of nerves.
Hopefully, he doesn’t hate this…As long as I’ve known him, he’s never had a surprise party before. I’m not second-guessing myself… I’m sure he’ll be happy.
Okay, maybe I’m second-guessing myself a little…
But there’s no going back now because he’s walking up the steps and unlocking the door.
“Baby!” I hear him shouting as soon as he’s inside, his footsteps clomping through the foyer. “I’m telling you… I’ve had a day. I need a beer, a bath, and that dick. Not necessarily in that order…”
I’m covering my mouth to keep the chuckles in as he rounds the corner, and Frankie flips on the lights.