“So you’re proposing friends with benefits?” I asked. “Sounds about right.” I’d come to the same conclusion myself, and stopped crying, thankfully. “It would be less shitty than trying to muscle our way through it on our own, I guess. And it has a better potential outcome.” “Yup.” “Alright, I’m in. We’re a couple for the next four weeks. Practically attached to each other. It’ll be fun.” He chuckled. “Fun isn’t the word I’d use, Fireball.” I couldn’t hold back a smile. It really could be fun.
