Lydia and Parrish
Well, this wasn't exactly going the way she hoped it might. If he'd been Jackson, or any of her other boyfriends, actually, she'd have given him a good look at her cleavage and a couple of well placed caresses and ended this senseless conversation. But he wasn't. And she didn't want to do that.
So she simply sighed dramatically, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Look, I don't have regrets about that sort of thing. And I don't think that having sex means that you have to propose to me tomorrow. Or ever. It doesn't mean anything if we don't want it to. Or it can just be FWB. I don't care."