Chapter 33

I knocked on Rowen’s door and Dawson let go of my hand. I froze for a minute when Rowen answered the door. He was shirtless, and only wearing a pair of loose-fitting gray sweatpants that were hanging dangerously low on his hips. My eyes roamed up and down his body on their own accord.

Rowen smirked, “come on in.”

“Really man,” Dawson gave him a disgusted look.

“Hey, this is my date. You can leave if you don’t like my attire.”

Dawson shook his head and followed me in. Rowen had a single room, and he put pillows up against the wall on his bed to give us the feeling of sitting on a couch.

All three of us had a beer while we ate some snacks and made small talk. I did notice the tenseness that Dawson was talking about. When Rowen talked to Dawson, he seemed relaxed while they laughed and joked. When he looked at me, he tensed up.

I put my arm around Dawson and rested my head on his shoulder to test his theory. Rowen bit his bottom lip and scanned my body with his eyes, and the tensene