He groaned tightening his hold on Fraser, “Morning… you know, I had a very nice dream, you asked me to be your boyfriend, can you imagine that.” He chuckled eyes still closed before he felt the kiss on his cheek and he blinked away turning red.
“Well of course I wouldn’t want anything to do with you. I called my friend while she was at the party, she was completely wasted and she gave some very nice live footage of you with Chloe’s tongue down your throat. I might be stupid Dylan, but I have eyes, I can put two and two together without my imagination…” She looked down, “If I used my imagination it makes it so much worse.” She winced before shaking her head, “It would have taken quite a while for me to want to listen to you… days maybe, were you seriously planning to stay out there for days?” She eyed him, “As strange as it may seem I believe it when I see it as you say. and you’ve hurt me so many times that… I just don’t know who to believe anymore! You have no proof that nothing happened.”
“That’s true, it’s just a little degrading don’t you think. I mean we’ve made such great things…” She frowned, “And now we’re just making dough.” She clicked her tongue, “But yeah I suppose you’re right, but I wouldn’t want to start my own restaurant without you partner.” She nudged him with her hip as she worked and smiled. “Why do you think I’m taking business.”
He climbed up the ladder as well and tied the rope before looking to Gwen on the other side of the tent, “Well of course, but at the same time, it’s has so much potential now that… feels strange to ruin it.” He smiled, “Say. How much do you trust me?!” He called with a smile taking hold of the rope.