Rowan’s Point of View
I was laying on Dylan’s bed watching her go through her belongings. “Babe, you can bring everything with you.”
“I know, but what sense does that make? To bring things we don’t need, I’d rather just donate it.”
“Come here” I said to her and held out my arms. She smiled and got on the bed to snuggle up next to me. “You’re so sweet, ya know that, not a lot of people would go to the trouble of looking up a battered women’s organization and then working around their schedule to pick it up no less. I love you so much.”
“I love you” she said lifting her head from my chest to kiss me.
“Is there a particular reason why you chose battered women?” I asked her, holding her face in my hands
“No, not the way that you’re thinking. You’re the first guy I’ve lived with so I
