Chapter Twelve
Dylan
I laugh as Jake and Mal try to move a dresser to the side. A dresser still filled to the top with crafting supplies which makes it super heavy, plus the wood itself looks really heavy too.
“Stop laughing.” Mal glares at me as he leans on top of the dresser. “f*****g do something, help us, instead of just laughing your ass off.”
I grin, going over to him and I tap his nose with my finger. He’s sexy when he gets annoyed like that. “You should really watch your language, or Tom will kill you if he finds out that Elly picked up curse words from you...”
Jake laughs, still out of breath from trying to move the dresser, and he sits down against the wall. “Yeah. Oliver’s parents did not appreciate it when I accidentally cursed around him one time. The little guy pretty qu
