Man's Best Wingman
Bryantif you like causing trouble up in hotel roomsit's not me it's my basementits not me its my basementannoying roommate
Xenia sighed, glancing at the door to be sure we were alone before climbing off my lap to get dressed.
I sighed, knowing she was right. Once we were both appropriately covered, we made our way downstairs. In my living room, two car seats sat on the coffee table, Tinkerbell sniffing into one of them while Zeus stood on his hind legs to try and reach the babies. Don chuckled from his spot on the sofa.
“Who’s your new girlfriend, Zeus? I see we share a love for women taller than us.” Don teased my dog before turning his head to raise an eyebrow at Xenia and me.