Chapter 36 The Mysterious Dreadlocked Boy
- TRENT'S POV
- We were done with our fucking and I rolled off him and stood up, now feeling more like myself as the rut subsided. I yanked a blue material that hung on a standing hanger. When I raised it up and saw the v-neck, I grunted. I hated this cloth so much. But it was the only available option I had.
- “It is better than being naked.” I muttered.