New York Trip Part II
“Kill…me…” Uncle Jared said and if Trevor wasn’t sure that he was about to die, he would have happily killed the bastard that hogged the fucking bathroom for the past two hours.
“You did this,” Trevor bit out weakly instead only to follow that up with a groan when his stomach turned violently, demanding that he roll over and-
Groaned when he hit the floor where he curled up into the fetal position so that he could glare at Jason, who’d barely made it two feet out of the bathroom before he dropped to the floor with a groan and a… Read More