The Friendship proposal (book #1: The Proposal Series)

Chapter 5: the one with a broken promise

Chapter 4 recap: Connor texts his best friend to get to the coffee shop by 10:15am sharp. We don't know why yet.
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Dylan whistled all the way from inside the shower to when he got out. He was on repeat-mode still behind closed doors in the washroom and was enjoying himself, while I struggled desperately to keep it together and not picture him showering in all his glory. The song 'That's All I Really Wanna Do' from the Indian movie "Teri Meri Kahaani" (translation: our story) seemed to be stuck in his head.

"Anna. Watch this." Dylan was standing in his washroom door's entrance now and leaned into the doorframe with a white towel wrapped around his waist. Oh lord, he was too gorgeous. Droplets of water glistening on his skin made me want him, but he should never know. Dylan locked his palms together, then brought his arms from behind his back above his head, triggering every muscle above his torso area to flex and twitch with every move. He smiled a devilish smile then asked, "can you do that?" His gaze darkened and locked into mine.

I inherently shivered, but quickly tossed him back a glare. "Pfft. I can do whatever you can and better."

Dylan crossed his arms together and leaned against the door frame angling his legs in my direction. "Is that so?" He said simply.

I held my breath as he played with the ends of his towel, teasing me. "You, in the mood for some strip poker? I bet you I can win, blindfolded if I wanted to."

"Is that over confidence I smell, Mr. Cross?" Dylan pushed himself onto his own two feet now and took two strides in my direction before rounding the corner and pulling me close. Very close. "Indeed it is, Miss Weschester". We grinned on point and stared at each other for a while.

Before he'd left, we were both in our underwear. Now that he's back, I am fully clothed. "Where had you kept your clothes?" Dylan finished that sentence with a playful wink and a beaming set of flash white teeth.

I looked at him dazed and answered the following in my subconscious, somewhere you would never think to look: in one of the kitchen cabinets under the sink of your apartment. He never used that space for anything since he turns white every time, as he recalls the cockroach epidemic of last year. "Is that what you really wanted to ask me?" I dipped a finger at his neck and slid it down until I reached his throbbing heartbeat. I took his left nipple between my forefinger and middle finger and began teasing him.

"You're right." Dylan said and waited. I perked up my eye brows waiting for the real question. Dylan skimmed my body from top to bottom then back up. I was wearing his favourite colour: a blue turquoise dress. He sighed appreciatively. Thank goodness, I had the wisdom to plant a dress of mine in his apartment in case of an emergency.

Yesterday, had definitely been an emergency, one that was far too close for comfort. I threw the ziplock bag with my blood-stained clothes down into the big green garbage box, right at the nick of time before the doorknob had a chance to churn and unlock...

"Fries?" I asked.

"I'd rather you." Dylan said in a straight face.

"Dyl, I am not stupid. Okay? I know what you're up to."

"And, what is that?" Dylan's eyebrows perked up with curiosity. He smiled mischievously.

"You are being cute. Too cute."

Dylan chuckled. "I thought you liked it when I behave cutely".

"Yes, but not under guilt, Dylan." I said his name and he stilled. I usually only called him 'Dylan' on occasion, just like last night, multiple times. Otherwise, I always call him Dyl-the-pickle cause he acts like a major pickle sometimes, or just Dyl.