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I put a piece of flan in my mouth.

"Oh, you're gonna be fat after this." he said, nodding towards the sweets. I put a piece of sweet french rolls in my mouth.

"I don't think so." I said, putting a piece of glazed donut in my mouth, "What makes you think that I don't eat this much at home?" 

I bit into a strawberry covered chocolate. Jason laughed at me, but I ignored him.

"Woah, you could slow down." he said, "You're going choke and these food are not going to go away." he said. I shoved a spongecake in my mouth.

I shrugged.

"I love it so much!" I said, putting a chocolate eclair in my mouth, "OMG! This is so good!"

"Pick one last food." Jason said, as I shoved a jelly - filled donut in my mouth.

"What?! What do you mean?" I asked. I put a chocolate muffin in my mouth.

"I'm not going to wait for you." he said.

"What?! But you said that the food wouldn't go away." I said, putting into my raspberry pudding.

"But I am not going to wait for you to try every single food, that will take forever and you will have a stomach ache." he said, I shoved another cupcake in my mouth.

"What?! Please, not yet, please Jason!" I said as I shoved a piece of  fruit tard in my mouth.

"Hurry up, I'll give you 10 more second." he said. I quickly grabbed a chocolate chip cookie and eat it. I grabbed a sugar bread stick and took a big bite. These food was amazing and I want to eat as much as possible.

"Ok, time's up, let's go." he said, grabbed my wist.

"Jason, no not yet!" I said.

"No."

"Please, please, I beg you."

"But you must go afterwards." he said.

"Fine, fine, I just want to grab one more thing before I go." I said and walked over the macaroon. I grabbed a chocolate macaroon. Chocolate macaroons were my favorite. I muched on it. I munched on my macaroon while we were in the car until I finished it.

I glance over at Jason, but he was too busy texting on his phone.

Great, I have nothing to do now. 

"Wait, close your eyes." he said breaking the silence.

"Why?" I asked.

"I want to do something for you," he said.

"Fine." I said. I closed my eyes and I felt a blind - fold over my eyes.

"Remember the beginning of the year? We did it, now we just have to do it again." Jason whispered in my ear. I shivered a little.

"All you have to do is trust me," he said, "You still trust me right?" I nodded.

The car came to a stop.

"Good." he said. I could feel his warmth moving away from me until I heard the door open. He slowly and gently took my wist and helped me out of the car.

"Here, slowly walk." he whispered in my ear. The hair on my neck stood up and my heartbeat picked up.

I slowly walked as I feel Jason's hand on my back guiding me.

"Ok, stop right here." he said. I stopped walking. I could smell his cologne in the breezy. I smiled a little.

I could feel Jason's hand removing the blind - fold, "Leave it close."

I really wanted to open my eyes and see what was going on, but I didn't. I didn't want to. I wanted it to surprise me when he wanted it to surprise me.

I could feel Jason put a box in my hand.

"Ok, turn this way." he said, holding my shoulders.

"Ready, set, go." Jason whispered. I was really confused by what he was say until I hear a high pitch puuppppp. 

"Open your eyes."

I opened my eye just in time to see a firework show in front of me. My mouth hung. I looked down to my hand and saw a box. I opened it and smiled like a crazy woman when I saw macaroon. 

"Jason . . . " I said looking up. My heart stopped, noticing how closer he was to me. My chest tightened when he eyes looked into mine. My stomach twisted when he put his hand on the small of my back and my breath was hitched in my throat when he spoke. His breath warm, making me shiver and the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

He leaned in and whispered against my lips, "Happy Birthday." And than he kissed me. With the Effiel Tower behind Jason bright and glow like it was the sun. With my favorite dessert in my hand. With the firework exploding around me like the way I feel when he touches me. With me and him together. It was a perfect moment. My perfect moment.

~~

I woke up and wonder was that a dream. I blushed a little just thinking about it.

I looked around the room and I realized that yesterday was actually not a dream. It was real, like real, real, real. I blushed more as my heart picked up. My head started to spin.

How could that be possible? It was so perfect . . . it was almost like a dream . . . that came true

"Good morning." Jason said, making me jump.

"Oh gosh you didn't have to do that you - " My breath was caught was I turned around. He was again, having a towel wrapped around his waist hanging low, his hair wet, his abs wet and slick. My stomach dropped as I threw the cover over my head.

"Clothes. Put on some clothes." I said. Thank the Lord he can't see me right now because I am redde

Jason chuckled as he put on his clothes. There was a few moments of silence as I thor than the reddest tomatoe on Earth.ught about the moment of last night again. I can't get rid of that memory. 

"Where do you want to go next?" Jason asked.

I threw the cover over me. I shrugged looking at him.

"The beach again." Jason asked, "You like it there right?"

I looked at him confused.

"What - ? How do you know?" I asked.

"Get dressed, meet me in the limo." he said, as he walked out of the room. I quickly got up and got ready to go to the beach.

"So . . . ? You're going to tell me?" I asked him when he was finally in the limo.

"I just knew that it was your birthday . . . " Jason said, not looking at me.

"How did you know my favorite color? I never told you." I said to him. He looked out of the window, turning his body from me.

"Well, I called you mom the day before we went on the vacation. You know, I knew it was your birthday and I didn't want to, you know, just take you out for dinner for your 18th birthday, so I asked her . . . what you like and what you wanted to do . . . " he said.

I smiled. My heart fluttered from his words. The way he called my mom just to ask what I like. The way he surprised me with so many things. The way he is acting right now is driving me crazy on the inside. 

I could feel my wolf jumping around in joy. She felt proud that my mate is making me feel this way.

"You told me many things about you that I didn't know. She told me that your favorite color was red and white, that you always wanted to go to France for your birthday, that you loved watching fireworks and the sunsetting, your passion for singing to your favorite songs, how much you loved macaroons, eating desserts, walking on beaches and how much you are dying to travel on the day of your birthday . . . " he said.

My heart squeezed from everything. Everything about him. Everything he says. Everything he does that made me feel this way. The way he remembers everything my mom say. The way he wouldn't look at me because he was afraid of what I thought of him. The way he scratched the back of his neck because he was nervous. 

My stomach dropped watching him and my cheeks heated up.

My wolf was beyond crazy about everything her mate was doing. 

"Umm, Mr. and Ms. Cohen, you are at the sirport." the driver said, interrupting the moment.

Thanks 

"Thanks." Jason and I said as we got out of the car and got onto the private jet.

Pretty soon, the jet took off and headed to God knows where. The ride was silence most of the way and I couldn't really tell what Jason was thinking.

But I really wished I could, like the way he could figure me out so easily.

But the silence didn't last long when Jason broke the silence.

"But, look . . . if you didn't like it. I am sorry. I've never done this to anybody before. Nobody. Not even my family so this experience is new to me. But I really hoped you like it, because you are turning 18 and I really want to make it special for you . . . " he said, finally looking at me; but out of the corner of his eyes.

I smiled, "No, I really liked it. It was a special day . . . you made it special for me. Thank you - I'm not even sure if you know how much I want to thank you, but I don't know how to express it. Say is the least I could do, but I want you to know that I was very happy and I loved it."

He smiled a little.

I threw my arms around me and hugged him really tight.

"Thank you so much, Jason." I whispered in his dirty blonde hair.

Jason's chest rumbled as he chuckled, "You're welcome."

He held me closer to him as he buried his head in my hair. I blushed a little, just thinking about it.

Jason pulled away chuckling.

I looked at him, "Could you please stop listening to my thoughts." 

He laughed again, "It's just very tempting."

"I swear!" I said.

"Shhh! Breakfast is coming. Your favorite; scrambled eggs with ketchup and 2 pancakes with maple syrup on the side." he said.

Just by hearing the word 'breakfast', I quiet down.

The flight attendance gave us our breakfast and hoped that we enjoyed our breakfast and of course I did.

Thank you Jason . . . for everything 

Even though I know that he could not talk back to me unless we mate or it is the full moon, he heard me. 

He looked at my direction and I could see that the corner of his mouth lifted a little.

After the plane landed and we got off. We walked on the beaches of Brazil.

"You want to go snorkeling?" Jason asked looking into my eyes. This eyes were incredibily green. It was a beautiful shade of green.

"Snorkeling?" I asked.

"Yeah." he said smiling.

"Sure."

"Come." he said, bring me into a snorkeling shop.

We went into the shop and it was very crowded.

"Wow, a lot of people." I murmured to myself.

Jason grabbed all of the snorkling materials and paid for it. It was like the easiest thing for him, like he knew everything at the top of his mind.

"You know how to swim in really deep water, right?" he asked. I looked into his eyes. I didn't know if I saw concern, blankness or something else.

"OH! NO! I can't. I can't even swim a feet deep." I said, sarcastically.

"Than would you like your float? Or a safety belt?" he said, handing me my snorkling gears at me.

"Oh yes, I could even like a lifeguard next to me and all of my boaties." I said, smirking.

He rolled his eyes walking ahead of me, "You coming, yes or no?" 

"I am right behind you!" I said. He didn't reply, but instead he walked to a cliff.

I couldn't stop staring at his bared back. Even his back was distracting. The way the muscle moved around when he moved his arms a little and the way his muscles tenses when he climbed over a small rock.

I nearly pushed Jason over the