Fyn woke late the next day for, what he hoped, was the last time. Cautiously, he rolled his ankle, testing it for pain. It was still a bit tender and wanting to gripe at him. But it was good enough for his purposes.
He had oddly enjoyed the last few days spending time with Rowan. A part of him wasn't really ready to let that go, especially after the amazing kiss that they shared last night. Just the memory of her sweet, soft lips and the way she tasted made him hard as a rock. Between that and her scent still surrounding him, his uncomfortable hard-on was not going away.
He let out a curse and shoved himself out of bed. He needed to immediately leave before Rowan got back home. Otherwise, he wasn't sure if he could keep his promise of not getting involved. As he sat up, a small head pop
