~Maeve~
Dylan and I take our own separate cars even when our destination happens to be the same. Dylan’s cute little apartment. I can totally write a list about how inconvenient this arrangement is but, in all honesty, this is the best we could manage. For one, I didn’t want to leave my car in the gallery and two, whilst I can’t speak for Dylan, I know I cannot for the life of me keep my hands to myself. There is no f*****g way am I going to be in a confined space with Dylan and not get all handsy, but again, a car wreck doesn’t sound like a great idea either. So, I follow Dylan back to his nest with my heart ready to jump out of my chest and press down on the accelerator so that we can get there faster. I have no clue as to what we’ll be doing there, but all I know is that I want to k
