Rossetta’s POV
Aly’s timing was always inconvenient. Sure we weren't interrupted but she is f*****g with my afterglow.
I stare at the door like that will simply send her away but when the door handle rattles I know I have no luck. Thankfully it is locked but it doesn't stop her into knocking once more.
Growing into the pillow I pout like a goddamn Princess because that's what I felt like one moment ago and she shattering all my joy.
“Callum please tell her that I will be down in a minute.” Macbeth’s words leave no room for argument and Callum rolls his eyes.
“You two owe me and I only accept payment in the form of my sore sweet flowers drenched p***y,” Callum grants his wolfish growl reverberating in his tone as my thighs clenched together. He leans down to plan tickets on my forehead
