“Yes.” She looked into his eyes and very seriously said, “I’d like us to be friends.”
He wanted to laugh, but it would hurt too much. Plus, they already were and she knew it. A mock sigh of resignation only hurt a little. “Fine, but if we’re going to be friends, I’ve got a condition of my own.”
Her gaze narrowed, then she laughed. “I bet you want benefits.”
He grinned. “That is a bet you’d win.”
“In more ways than one.” Her sexy smile promised they’d both end up happy.
– The End –