Rowan:
I was trying hard to pay attention to King Denver’s wife, who kept talking about the fine China we were eating off. But I kept nodding off in my soup. One yawn after the other kept coming, and finally, Saint, my savior, told King Denver that we wanted to retire for the evening. We said our goodnights and left for bed.
Gatlin swept me off my feet at the first step carrying me upstairs. He snuggled into my neck, inhaling me deeply.
“I am going to big spoon the f.u.c.k out of you when I get your fine ass into that soft bed.” He snuggled into my face making me laugh.
Bain and Saint laughed too. This, this feels right. The four of us head to bed after dinner. Clean, happy, healthy… this is what it was supposed to be like.
Bain and Saint turned the bed down while Gat stripped me,
