“Thank you.” I gulp. “But as long as we both agree there isn’t a relationship on the table, I want you to know I look at this”––I wag my finger between us––“like it’s a two-way street, so I’m here too. To give whatever you need. Even if it’s more than a few solid orgasms. Even if it means opening up to you a little more.” “Like actual friends?” he clarifies. “Not just fuck buddies?”

