I sat on the bed, throwing whatever clothes I could get my hands on in the small overnight bag I had with me.

It has become a tradition now to spend weekends with Rowan. It was a compromise when I noticed I was spending every waking hour with him, but you couldn’t fault me. When you live in a dump like mine, you cherish every opportunity to leave.

However, he was growing on me like a favorite black bra, and I had to regulate this before it came back to bite me.

Speaking of which, a knock sounded on the door, startling me, and my heart skipped a little.

After...