Chapter 31: Enjoying The View, Bestie?

“There’s nothing in front of me, Roman,” I said, voice tight. His brow furrowed. “Then why does it feel like I did something wrong?” I leaned against the dresser, knuckles white on the edge. “You didn’t. You did exactly what I asked you to do.” He exhaled slowly. “Then what is it, Sav? Why won’t you look at me? Why do you keep dodging me like I’m contagious? You're ignoring me.” I turned around, clutching my arms like they could hold me together. “Because best friends don’t see each other naked in that way.” Roman blinked. “Sav…” “Best friends,” I cut in, heart in my throat, “don’t bend each other over in the backseat of a car and have the kind of sex that haunts you for days. The kind that we just had. That’s not friendship. That’s something else. And we… we broke it. We’re screwed, Roman.” He didn’t flinch. Didn’t stutter. If anything, he looked... relieved. “We’re not kids anymore, Sav,” he said calmly. “This isn’t high school. We don’t get to freak out over feelings and pretend thi