Dylan’s Point of View
Rowan and I hadn’t slept all night. We went up to our rooftop and stayed up having an amazing heart to heart conversation, with intermissions of incredible s*x. If it was possible, we had grown closer in the hours since we left the speakeasy. I had my chin resting on his chest while I gazed at him.
“I’m embarrassed about my behavior last night but at the same time I’m glad it happened.”
“Me too” he agreed, “it forced the issue of us sweeping things under the carpet that make us uncomfortable to talk about and work through.”
“Is that Colton coming down the road?” I asked when I heard a motorcycle that sounded like his in the distance.
“It better not be, he knows he’s not supposed to be riding alone” he said to me when I got up to look.
“It sure is Colton an
