It was never supposed to go this far. If Dylan had a type, Ashton would be the furthest from it.
For one, Dylan doesn’t mess around with straight guys anymore — too much drama. And two, a blue collar punk hooking up with the preppy prince? Such a cliché.
So what if Dylan can’t stop thinking about how quickly Ashton gave up control. Or how much he liked making that frat bro beg?
Their kiss at the party was a one time thing, just a single moment of weakness. As was what happened on the rooftop after, and the sexting ever since, and…
