He hadn't really talked about Jess in a long time. It felt strange doing as much now, especially with someone he spent half his time trying to avoid because she was always so interested in trying to touch him and flirt and basically do anything and everything that made him feel uncomfortable. "Sorry," he repeated anyway.
"I like to keep things to myself," Sam told her. "Doesn't mean that I don't care about you." She was a friend. One that he was a little wary of, to be honest, but a friend all the same. At her gesture, he stiffened, but didn't move. He didn't want to make her anymore upset than she already was.
And then she was asking him for a kiss. Sam looked at her in disbelief. "You want to kiss me? Doesn't that kind of...complicate the situation a little?"