Where exactly do we stand?
Because friends don’t normally live with friends. Your little sister thinks I’m your girlfriend.
I’m not. Because I can tell you don’t fee that way about me.
Yes so you kiss me, but never my lips. You kiss me farewell on my forehead, good luck on my cheek, and you kiss my nose and my wrists when we’re messing about and playing our little games.
Yes so you love me, but not that way.
Yes so we slept together, but it wasn’t sex. You just held me against you and we fell asleep in your bed.
But when will you and I stop playing games and define this?