"Ah…" Dylan just sat there, shocked by the words Sebastian had uttered.
The weight of them seemed to press down on him. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry, as he slowly shook his head, signalling a no.
"So, what did you guys do if you weren't fucking?"
"Look, I understand that we might have started off that way but I literally don't just go around fucking anyone I met at the club."
"Then, why were you at the place? Give a tangible reason."
"Gosh, I don't even know why I'm doing this." Dylan mumbled under his breath as he stood up abruptly.
The chair scraped slightly against the floor as he pushed it back. Without sparing another glance, he proceeded to walk away from the sitting room towards his room.
But Sebastian followed.
His strides were long and purposeful, quickly closing the distance between them. In just a few seconds, he was already standing in front of Dylan, blocking his path completely.
"Please, leave my way, I would love to go upstairs."
