When I take the spot next to him, Ollie scoots over and burrows in close to me. “This will make me feel better,” he sighs, sinking into me. “Then I won’t go anywhere.” Huh. This is nice. Ollie and I have always been touchy-feely with each other, but why does this feel different? I’m tempted to kiss the top of his head. To pull him closer and run my fingers through his hair. But that’s not something friends would do. Boyfriends? Yes. Friends? No. The boyfriend clock expired at midnight. I’m back to being Hunter, Ollie’s best friend. A title I wear proudly.
