Teagan felt the urge to slap him. Did he have to mention everything she already knew? Did he have to call her on her feelings in his own way? Was he doing it on purpose? She wanted to be his friend! She didn't know if she could stand him knowing - really knowing - and still be her friend. Just her friend. It'd be just like if she threw herself at him and he said no. It was still rejection. He'd still be rejecting her. She took a deep breath, trying to think of something reasonable to do in response.
"The first time we kissed, we weren't friends. We barely knew each other. Nothing has happened until tonight since then. We've became friends since then," she said in an agonizingly rational voice. "Tonight was a fluke. We were close and it happened. No reason to dwell on it when you don't want to be more than just my friend anyway. Whether there is something else there or not is moot when you don't want more."
She knew she'd worded it that way on purpose. She didn't want to lie. If she said they didn't want to be more than friends, she'd be including herself and then she'd be lying. She wanted to be more. She wanted it more than she ever had with anyone before even those she had been more with. There was something about John. There was something about John she couldn't put her finger on that made her just want to be with him.