{Dorian’s P.O.V.}
“Dorian!!!”
“Mikey!!!”
The girls screamed our names at the top of their lungs. It's been just over a week since they came to the packhouse, and things were getting a little more than complicated.
“WE NEED CLOTHES!!!” They both shouted. Allie had to leave all of her stuff behind because we weren't sure what Devin had or had not touched, and Sin only brought so much with her. Since they were sharing, they could only wear the same things so many times before they got tired of it. They had been begging us to go shopping, but we kept refusing and now they have both blown a gasket.
“I don’t have any underwear, Dorian! I have been wearing the same bra every day for the last week! That is not sanita
