Can I Ask You A Stupid Question?
Rowan’s Point of View
Dylan’s giggling when I swooped her up off of Scarlett’s couch turned into full belly laughs when I used my vamp speed to get her out the door to where I parked my bike. When we reached my bike, I lifted Dylan to face me, and she wrapped her long, beautiful legs around my waist.
“I spend a lot of time wrapped around you,” she said as she pressed her forehead to mine.
“Mmm, I love it. You can stay right there if you want.”
“If I stay here, we’ll never get home,” she purred as she nibbled on my bottom lip and chin.
“If you keep doing that our trip is definitely going to be delayed,” I told her in between kisses.
“Okay, okay! Let’s try and get it together so we can get there already,
