~Maeve~
“So, I won’t be seeing you this weekend?” Dylan asks, with a pout on his extremely kissable lips. Grabbing his face in my hands, I press a quick kiss to that very pout before saying, “Yep. He’s going back on Sunday evening. I’ll drop by then?”
“That’s a long time, Maeve,” he complains and that has me guffawing. This man is frankly a man child more than anything, I swear. Although I know, he doesn’t mean the tantrum he’s throwing, he occasionally likes to give me a hard time, like today. And I, of course indulge him because, God knows, I am the tempered person in the relationship more often not. Plus, it’s not like I am lowkey disappointed by how I can’t meet Dylan. “Today’s Thursday, Dylan. That’s like three days.” I pat his chest and smoothen out non-existent creases on his s
