After the fight in the hospital, he hadn’t been expecting her to jump on his body, but then, there had been the kiss . . . Still, he’d basically been expecting her to go Orgasm Nazi on him. No sex for you. And, yeah, fair enough. But to not even talk about it all . . . that sucked. It made him wonder if things were going to go back to normal. If things were going to go back to how they’d been before they’d gotten naked together. And he really didn’t want that. Because going back to a clothing-mandatory relationship seemed like . . . a step backward. Even though it probably shouldn’t, all things considered. It should feel like . . . well, it should be okay. Because there was nowhere else for their relationship to go. There was friendship, and there was naked friendship. And if it went back to friendship, that would be fine, because . . . because.
