Friends. I hated the disappointment that flared to life in my chest at the word. But I also understood the pull Knox was talking about. There was this tug toward the guy next to me. He felt like safety and comfort…home. It was such a bizarre thought, but I couldn’t ignore that it was present. “Maybe we were meant to be friends.” An affronted look swept across Knox’s face. “Maybe?” I chuckled. “Okay, our best friendship was written in the stars.”
