JOSH
The bedroom was uncomfortably quiet as I changed into shorts and kept my eyes to myself while Britney slipped into her pajamas.
“Do you want me to leave?” she finally asked.
“It’s after 3a.m., no, I don’t want you to go,” I said just above a whisper, pulling my t-shirt over my head. I felt her stare at my abdomen as I slid a clean one on and flattened out my hair with my hands.
“I’m sorry I said we weren’t a couple,” she sighed as I crawled into bed, holding the blanket up for her to get under.
“It’s fine; maybe it was presumptuous of me to assume we were. It’s late; we can talk about this another time.”
“No, it’s not that. It’s my own insecurities. I didn’t think you were going to say yes.”
“Did you think I was going out with other women?” I asked, sliding my hand behind my he
