Chapter 33
- I knocked on Rowen’s door and Dawson let go of my hand. I froze for a minute when Rowen answered the door. He was shirtless, and only wearing a pair of loose-fitting gray sweatpants that were hanging dangerously low on his hips. My eyes roamed up and down his body on their own accord.
- Rowen smirked, “come on in.”
- “Really man,” Dawson gave him a disgusted look.