"I didn't want to become just another girl that you call to hook up with. I like being your best friend and I didn't want that to get blurry because we were sleeping together," I explain in the best way possible.
He knits his eyebrows at me. "You're my best friend. You were my best friend who I was also having s*x with. Nothing changed. You're still my Nova." His words send a ghostly shudder down my spine.
"Okay." I prop myself up against my dresser.
"And what do you mean by where it left us?" Oh boy, another question that I'm expected to answer on the spot.
I hesitate with this one. I don't want to let him know that I was worrying about labels but I can't think of any other explanation, especially not on the spot like this. "I didn't know if we were friends...or friends with benefits.
