“We can be friends. I like spending time with you. Even if it’s just as friends. I won’t push for more if that’s not what you want. But don’t avoid me, because that hurts me.” My chest squeezed. “I’m such a selfish bastard,” I said. “I’ve tried to keep my distance because I worried I’d fuck up and cross the line, because it’s almost happened already. But of course, we can be friends. It’s better that way.”
