“And I was terrified of ruining our friendship.”
I sighed and pulled him close in an awkward hug. “Weird what not talking does to people.”
He laughed and sunk into me. “f**k, you feel good.”
***
It had been a couple of weeks since Edi had arrived. We’d spent most of that time sightseeing and having s*x. Was it called making love if we’d implied we loved each other? He called me “babe” all the time, he said he loved this and that about me. That was it, right? We were a couple in love.
Edi had never outright said it. He’d never looked me in the eye and said “I love you.” Not even during s*x. Did it matter? He acted like he did.
As I walked home on one of the rare occasions I’d gone to meet my professor and then stayed at the library to work, far from all distractions, I realized it did
