THE NEXT TWO DAYS WERE filled with work and trying to sleep, but it was soon Friday and Zach had butterflies the size of elephants stomping through his mid-section. He picked up his phone and dialed Dylan's number, tapping his fingers impatiently against his jeans as it rang twice. Dylan hadn’t called since their texting the other night.
“Hey, Zach.” Dylan’s slightly breathless voice rang clearly through the phone, and he inhaled sharply. Zach could almost see the bright smile on Dylan’s gorgeous face.
Play it cool.
“Hi, Dylan. Just ringing to check if you were still coming tonight?”
There was silence for a moment, and Zach waited, his heart thudding heavily in his chest.
“Yeah, if that’s still okay.” Dylan’s tone sounded worried.
Oh, crap. That wasn’t what he meant!
“Yeah, of cours
