The Reindeer Farm
Spurned by the spirit of celebration, they made love two more times that night.
As a result, the merry couple was out cold for the whole morning. By the time they woke up in the afternoon, they were starving.
Because it was Ronan's birthday, Lucien who was not the birthday boy demanded to order two slices of black forest cake with extra whipped cream on top.
Ronan scraped all the cream off the cake and only ate the sponge part. He tried to scrape off the cake in Lucien's plate too, but the latter smacked his hand with the metal spoon.
"We should check your blood sugar level," Ronan said. "How long have you indulged in these sweet stuffs?"
"Not long."
"How long is not long?"
"Around eight years."
"..."
Ronan extended his hand to pinch Lucien's soft butt.
"I guess all of it goes to your butt."
He earned himself another smack by a fuming Lucien.
"It does not!"