Just Friends

“There’s nothing cute about it,” he said. The register of his voice indicated decision more so than discussion.

She disagreed heartily and privately, staring past his head and out the window behind him.

He was being silly.  Stephen was her oldest, dearest friend.  His attentions were sweet; flattering, yet perfectly harmless.  A little innocent flirting.

But Stewart knew there was no such thing as “innocent flirting.”

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