Larry's pov“Wow,” Rowan said. “I didn’t realize you’d be this shy after last night.”I gaped at him in shock. “After… after what?” my voice croaked.The laughter instantly died, and he frowned.“Wait,” he said slowly. “You don’t remember?”I felt dread fill my tummy. “Remember what?”He studied me for a moment. “You’re messing with me, Larry,” he said. “You have to be.”My eyes narrowed. “I swear to God, Rowan, if this is some stupid prank again—” I threatened.Rowan stared at me, then he chuckled again, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable,” he said. “Think harder, little one. You’ll remember.”As if in cue, my brain brought back a memory. Or rather, what I thought was a dream.A pair of hands stroking me, a deep voice telling me I could only cum when he said so.“No,” I said quickly. “No. That was a dream.”Rowan’s smile widened. “No, it wasn’t.”“Yes, it was.”“It really wasn’t.”I scrambled backward until my back hit the headboard. “This is impossible,” I said. “We hate each ot
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