He was clearly on a roll here with his unexpected comments. And it sort of stunned her. It meant a lot though, in meant more than a lot really. It meant way more than it should have, but then everything did with him. And perhaps he wasn't exactly good for her but she didn't care in the slightest. She missed being bitter and cynical and angry, and she was more than happy to meet him in the middle, because the way he made her feel, the way he made her blood boil and her heart beat a bit too fast was so worth it.
It really was ridiculous, she knew she was a complete nightmare at times, it was surprising they didn't clash really, how they just meshed and got each other so perfectly.
Him stroking her hand made her feel ever so slightly dizzy. She was so comfortable here with him, despite everything that had happened seconds before, because he sounded happier and because this was the closest to nice as could be expected here. His comment didn't help. God what was wrong with her? Although really what was right with her might have been a quicker one to answer. She didn't need to hear it, and she honestly hadn't expected to. She'd only said it because it was true and because it was important that he know. Still she wasn't totally sure what to do, what this actually meant. She knew what it on her side, she didn't want to, but she did, but that didn't mean it meant the same thing. Okay so they were shagging and they really liked each other, but that didn't really mean anything, did it? Friends with benefits was a thing, it even had a fucking name! And just because she had literally no interest in sleeping with anyone else, that meant nothing. The desire to kiss him flared again, and suddenly she felt even more terrified about what they were doing, here and now, and generally. God why was she such a coward? Why wasn't there alcohol? Why did she need alcohol?
And once again she had her 'fuck it' moment. What was the worse that could happen? Other than him getting all weird with her, but damn it they were already having sex, this wasn't such a big step was it? She leant in, twisting so she had access to his face, or more precisely his lips as she kissed him, ever so delicately, more a brush of lips than anything else. "I don't hate you either," she said with a little smile, although she was admittedly probably too close for him to see still.