“What do you like about this big lug? He was a player back in high school for all I know,” I couldn’t help but snort at Marc’s blunt words. Rowan didn’t react much but he did roll his eyes. He kept eating his pasta without care.
“Real mature Marc, should I spill some of your beans to your girlfriend as well?”
“Nah, I’m sure no detail of mine would surprise my butterfly after all that we’ve been through,”
“You’d be surprised at what princess might find interesting. So don’t be too confident,” Chester’s input made Marc’s hand stop mid-air. As if in disbelief, he accusingly pointed a finger at the male, “You are supposed to be on my side, we are going to be family soon!”
“I’m not on anyone’s side dude, just saying. You should know your girlfriend by now,”
Dinner with Rowan’s two friends
