Dylan’s Point of View
Somehow Rowan and I had time to go to Flop’s for coffee since mine was ice cold by the time he was done f*****g my brains out and also stop by Laa’s so she could take a look at my head before the shelter was scheduled to come pick up my things. I was grateful I took a final look around because I found my vibrator that had fallen of my bed the morning Rowan showed up at door with coffee.
“What is this I see?” Rowan teased me as he took it out of my hand.
“I used that the night you left me revved up and dripping at my door” I twisted his n****e.
“Ahh, I remember. That night sucked, I went home and worked out like a beast then jerked off in the shower, psycho stalking the clock the entire time. Come to think of it, I believe that was the last night we didn’t spend
