“What do you mean, exactly?” I shrug and play at the hem of my shirt. “Like… hook up? Unless you don’t—” His hand raises to stop me. “Friends with benefits. That’s what you’re suggesting.” I nod. “I don’t really…” he trails off, seeming to be engaged in some sort of mental battle. “Nevermind—I’m not missing my chance. Yes.” “Really?” I smile brightly. He mimics it. “If that’s what you want, Gray, then yes.” He kisses my forehead on his way out, with a quiet, “Call me,” pressed against my skin.
