Friends with Benefits
He smiled, a polished, charming smile that should have made my heart race.
Instead, I felt entirely numb. I looked at his hand on mine, and my brain didn't register a spark. My body didn't hum. It was just a stranger’s skin. The whiplash of Sunday afternoon was still an open, bleeding wound in my chest. Khali had successfully forced us back into our boxes, and I was sitting here trying to use an innocent person as a tourniquet.
"That sounds like a spectacular opportunity, Stanley," I lied smoothly, forcing my voice to maintain a breezy, unbothered cadence, even as my soul wept into the dark. "I’m definitely considering a change of... scenery."