~Maeve~
Dylan slumps against the nearest hallway wall, while I pull my apartment keys out from my coat. His head is lolled to the side, facing me and his mouth consistently curved in amusement. He’s going to have strained facial muscles in the morning, for sure with the way he can’t stop smiling at me. Flinging the wooden front door open, I haul Dylan back against me and lug his dead weight back into my warm apartment. I hadn’t realized how cold it had been outside, with Dylan being over me and everything, but the few minutes apart had me sprouting goose pimples from the chilly air that fills the hallway through the hallway windows. A sigh of pleasure escapes my lips when I step into my apartment, Dylan in two and after just a few steps, I let him go on my couch. The tall man flops ont
