~Harlow’s Point of View~
I sigh as I wake up to an empty bed. Well, not totally empty. There’s a drawing of a bouquet of sunflowers, and it makes my belly do weird little flips. It was far too good to fall asleep in Luke’s arms. Feeling treasured and cared for, especially after those damn intense orgasms. If he’s that good with his hands and his mouth, I can’t even imagine how the real thing will finally be.
I shower and get dressed, then clean some sand out of my shoes. I steel myself to the idea of blowing off Trek this morning. There’s a bus that comes about ten minutes before he picks me up, and that’s what most of the kids take. It picks up at three different packs. There are also a few adults that are teachers or otherwise employed at the school who use it. I used to walk, but sin
