Holden nudged her arm, knowing she wasn’t looking at him on purpose. “Thank you then. Since high school. Nothing creepy,” he laughed a little. “I know and I accept you. Sorry, I just don’t want you to think I’m a bad guy. I like we’re different. It works.”
“Since high school.” She folded her arms, still moody even when he nudged her. “Then don’t you get judgey. Why would i think you’re a bad guy cause you date girls? That makes zero sense. You’re my friend. If i can’t say these things who can?”Â


















