Curled up on my couch under a soft throw blanket, I let out a restless sigh.
I know I freaked out a little after the self-defense lesson Owen took me to, but it was only because things were starting to feel too real between us. Too couple-y. I needed a little distance to clear my head and remember that he’s not my boyfriend. He’s a friend with benefits—one of my best friends—and the benefits are amazing. But that’s all. It wasn’t going to help anything if I started pining over him, and that’s why I fled. It’s all good though, because I’ve gotten my perspective back.
My cell phone rings and when I see the name Mom flashing on the screen, I pick up, smiling.
Mom“Hey,” I say.
“Hi sweetie. I wasn’t sure if I’d catch you.”
I shrug. “Yeah. I’m just hanging at home tonight.”
“How’s my favor
