“We’re friends first, no matter what. That’s not changing.” “Okay,” I whisper. “And nothing changes for me and you, right?” he says, and there’s a worried pinch to his features now that wasn’t there before. “We’re still best friends?” I lift a shoulder. “If that’s what you want.” “Yes,” he blurts before I even fully get the words out. Then, “I don’t want anything to change.”
