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“Dylan, you sick fucker.” I chuckle when I see girl’s clothes spread all over the floor, and the air reeks of sweaty s*x. “Go away.” We hear his mumbles from the patio. “Ah, s**t,” Alex groans, rubbing a hand along his scruffy jawline. “Hey, Dylan,” I call out, making sure he knows I’m in here, too. “He looks in rough shape,” I whisper, making sure only Alex can hear me. “Yeah, he doesn’t do goodbye very well.” I pull in my lips. That makes two of us. “You want me to leave you guys alone to pack and…maybe throw him in the shower?” He wraps a hand around my waist and pulls me into his side, kissing the top of my head. “We have to leave at three to make our flight.” He checks the time on his phone. “Come back at one?” “Sure, that’ll give me time to start packing my own shit.” I til