Do you like it?
Another pause.
[ Bobo Fresa ]:
No
Dylan rolled his eyes.
Then stop
Dylan waited.
Did you stop?
And waited.
[Bobo Fresa]:
Doesn't feel like when you did it
Be still my heart.
Dylan licked his lips, unexpectedly anxious if he was about to push too far, but…
But fuck it.
He typed anyway.
u want me to come over and help?
This time the silence went on so long Dylan was sure Ashton was done with him.
[ Bobo Fresa ]:
No
Well.
Fuck.
Dylan groaned, dropping his phone on the IT desk and scrubbing his face with his hands.
Why'd you have to go and push him like that, idiot? You know he's —
Bloooop.
If there was a sonic boom left behind him with how fast Dylan scooped his phone back up, he didn't hear it, too busy reading Ashton's reply.
[ Bobo Fresa ]:
Im not alone
Dylan grinned wide enough to practically crack his face.
Oh. Right, right — the party. And Ashton lives in that stupid frat house of his.
come to my place then
