Jace
The morning of my Sunday started with a pissed off Trevor as he returned from Dallas.
“What the hell Jace? I get to go to an empty, janky warehouse in Dallas while Max gets to be in perfect weather at a nude beach. How is that fair?” He asks, putting his hands up in the air.
“I thought your days at nude beaches were over now that your mate has turned you into a domesticated animal,” I respond.
“That she has. I can’t argue that. She has me following her around like I am leashed. Not that I am complaining, I am not opposed to having her tie me up. But how about the perfect weather! Do you know how f*****g hot June is in Dallas? I am pretty sure I melted a layer of skin,” he says even more dramatically.
“I am sorry, I think you lost me at your desire to be chained up by your mate,”
