Imaia Island
Max
Present
I played with his dog tag between my fingers, moving it this way and the other while I balanced my feet up in the air. Callan had one hand over my ass cheeks and with his other one he kept playing with my hair. We were both trying our damn best to ignore his gigantic b***r while he let me catch a break. Since waking up we had been at it like animals, f*****g each other with this…compulsive need to be connected in any way we could possibly be. I was drunk on him and the hungry look in his eyes assured me he was as drunk on me.
I cleared my throat, holding the tag between my fingers and reading it out loud, “Jameson C. Number 977-32-4321. O Negative. No religion is preferred… Interesting, we will need to work a little on that last piece of information before you
