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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…
It is intended for mature audiences.
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