“These guys think we’re friends?” I clarify, focusing on them and not on all the ways I’m deficient. “We are friends.” I send Derek a glare out of the corner of my eye, which only makes his smile wider. “Whatever assumptions they jump to about us are on them. We know what this is.” “A two-year unnecessary torture session?” “Exactly.” He grabs my hand and kisses the back of it. “Now, stop overthinking it and be yourself.”
