Dylan’s Point of View
Rowan and I said goodbye to Miss Laa and walked over to my house. Rowan kissed my hand and pulled me into his arms, “hey, as much as I want us to live together, I don’t want you to feel like I pressured you into anything. It’s okay if you’re not ready. I’ll deal with it.” I considered what he said and thought about it again.
“No, I don’t feel pressured. I want to live with you, it’s just my own bullshit that is scaring me, and I have made enough decisions in my life based out of fear to know that it always blows up in your face. I’m ready to spend the rest of my life with you baby.”
“I love you Dylan.”
“I love you Rowan,” I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him, “how tall are you anyway?”
“6’2” He smiled at me and kissed my hand again. I unlocked the door, gratef
