#Chapter187
For as much as he loved it, he couldn't deny that it was messy, and his first call of order after hitting the loo was to wash Raven's dried up kids from the inside of his thighs. The hot water rinsed away the passion of their night, and it did wonders for the stiffness that clogged up throughout his limbs. When he was done, he treated himself to two towels, wrapping the first around his waist and twirling the second around his hair— it was hardly worth the effort, but there was a tiny bit of growth and he was over crying about the loss and adamant about celebrating what would soon be.
The room they'd snagged wasn't exactly five star, but it offered everything they needed on short notice. Raven was awake when he returned, sat up, one arm behind his head and a cigarette dangling from his lips. His eyes were closed, but he could tell by the way his foot was jigging that he was awake.
