63. Chapter 63

They don’t hold hands – except when their fingers intertwine on top of the sheets – and they don’t say the words that they both always swallow back just in the nick of time.

Because what they have is good. What they have is fun. What they have is safe.

What they have is late nights at the bar and a lot of laughter. They have early leads on each other’s cases that their colleagues can never seem to access, and they have someone to grab and make out with when someone won’t leave them alone at the club and they’re not in the mood to start a brawl.

What they have is earth-shattering orgasms and scratches from her nails on her back and throats sore from screaming anything but her name, because what they have is just friendship, after all.

What they have is jealousy when the other flirts with some other woman; what they have is a pit in their stomachs when the other winks across the room and leaves with her arm around someone else.

What they have is extra heated bathroom sex the next night, because they might just be friends, but they are each other’s.

What they have is the other’s sweatshirts in their drawers and the other’s heart in their hands and the best friend – who wants to be more than her friend, but doesn’t know how – anyone could ever ask for.