"Oh," she murmured, surreptitiously wiping away a tear that didn't quite make it past her lashes. Just as well. She didn't need a boyfriend. She didn't need anyone, and she really didn't want anyone to get hurt because of her. And a boyfriend, well, they'd get hurt. "Okay."
She took another drag on her cigarette, trying to get at least most of the smoke out of the window instead of floating around the passenger cabin of the truck.
"I, uh, I'm glad we're friends, Josh. I've never... I've never had a boyfriend before. So I just wanted to be sure we were... on the same page." And she hadn't thought of him as a boyfriend because, well, she'd thought he was gay. Knowing he wasn't, she'd felt this tiny hope that maybe he'd see her as something more than a whore or a toy or even a friend. But if all he wanted was to be friends, well, she wasn't going to push him.