Veronica doesn’t believe in labels.

You’re her roommate, her friend—maybe something more. Yeah, sometimes you sleep in the same bed, and she wear your shirts, and she kisses you, but that doesn’t mean she’s your girlfriend.

“Cold?” she asks, letting you lean into her buxom chest. Veronica moves her arm around your shoulders, chin resting atop your head. You’ve never asked what the two of you are and she’s glad. He doesn’t know how she’d answer.