Rise Of The Betrayed Omega
Shawn must sense my internal struggle because he pulls me close, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
"Don't overthink it," he murmurs.
"How can I not?" I look up at him. "Shawn, what kind of friendship is this?"
He's quiet for a moment, considering.
"Friends with benefits," he says finally.
I frown. "What's that?"
"It means we're friends who also... help each other out when we need it." He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "Fuck buddies, basically. Either of us can call on the other when we need them. No strings. No expectations."