Me: Hey. Do you want to maybe go to dinner or something tonight? I figure everything will be so different once we get back to you teaching the class tomorrow.
Dylan: Sorry. Can’t.
Well, that was a short text reply. Usually, he was thoroughly detailed when talking to me, whether that was through text, calling, or in person. I idly wondered if he was still upset about the whole Justin thing, even though I thought we had worked that out.
Me: Is everything okay? You seem upset.
The reply didn’t come immediately. I waited over ten minutes before he even responded, which was weird for him too. Dylan never made me wait, but he could have been busy. I reminded myself that I had to trust him. Every relationship was about trust. Just last night, I was telling him to trust me, so I owed him the s
