Chapter 31: Enjoying The View, Bestie?
“There’s nothing in front of me, Roman,” I said, voice tight.
His brow furrowed. “Then why does it feel like I did something wrong?”
I leaned against the dresser, knuckles white on the edge. “You didn’t. You did exactly what I asked you to do.”
He exhaled slowly. “Then what is it, Sav? Why won’t you look at me? Why do you keep dodging me like I’m contagious? You're ignoring me.”
I turned around, clutching my arms like they could hold me together. “Because best friends don’t see each other naked in that way.”
Roman blinked. “Sav…”
“Best friends,” I cut in, heart in my throat, “don’t bend each other over in the backseat of a car and have the kind of s*x that haunts you for days. The kind that we just had. That’s not friendship. That’s something
