Chapter 92 - Dylan Ashford

Dylan POV

“Come on sleepyhead, it’s time to get up,” Jo says as she pulls the covers from my body. “Argh,” I let out, rolling onto my stomach and burying my head on my pillow as Jo opens the curtains.

“What are you doing? It’s Saturday,” I let out with my head still on my pillow.

“Come on, I need you to get up,” she says, but I groan again, closing my eyes harder, shaking my head.

“Nope,” I say, popping the P.

Jo screamed for help and I jumped out of bed, disoriented. I saw her in the doorway, already dressed and showered. I shake my head, regretting standing up so fast.

“What the fuck was that for? I almost had a fucking heart attack,” I say, going back to bed, but she runs, grabbing my wrist, stopping me. I turn around to face her and she is smiling. She looks way too excited.

“Okay, what’s with that face? That’s terrifying,” I say as I move my finger in circles, pointing at her face. Jo smacks my finger away as she pulls me