“Arran and I are dating.” Stunned silence greeted me. I looked to Mac, who was frowning. “Our friendship,” I hurried on, “has been important to me, and, um, to Arran, but we realized it’s more than that. So we’ve decided to date. Each other. Just each other. We’re seeing just each other, no one else. Not that I was, anyway.” I laughed nervously. “But Arran is just seeing me. There’s no one … yeah, we’re dating.” I clamped my mouth shut to stop the nervous rambling.
