Bab 339: Distractions and Overindulging (2/3) - Slight NSFW

Inwardly, Rowan's body screamed that yes...Wren's new and improved version of "the plan" was the one to go with, and getting fucked face down on the velvet cloak was the only task that mattered.

But outwardly, Rowan pretended like he had no interest in the body part that was already visibly straining against the front of Wren's pants because of his provocations.

"Sorry, but no." Rowan shrugged dismissively, knowing full well it would only provoke Wren more. He slowly backed away, toward the flower pot with the tiny flower where it rested on the floor in the patch of sunlight.

As expected, Wren's tried to grab him, but Rowan was ready for it. He nimbly twisted away and shoved the note in Wren's outstretched fingers.