Ethan blinks up at his phone as he lays on his bed, one knee propped up and his other leg resting on top of it. Music plays lowly in the background from his computer across the room, and his foot in the air moves to the beat. His dark brown hair fans out around his pillow, his lips pursing as he thinks about what to send in his text message.
'I'm sorry your boyfriend sucked my dick' doesn't sound sincere enough. If anything it sounds like more of a taunt, and that's the last thing he wants to do. He has half the mind to just forget it all, delete both Chris and Zander's numbers, and act like nothing ever happened. But that would be too disrespectful to the omega. He huffs out a breath and tries something else.
Ethan: Can we talk?
