Dina and yourself seemed to be getting closer over the months; way closer than you ever were before. You were either sleeping at her house or your own, always in the same bed.

You thought it was normal and platonic until you told one of your friends and they told you it wasn’t.

Now you didn’t know what to think.

Especially in this moment... with her head in your lap and your fingers in her hair. Is this really what friends do? Just... sit in eachother's arms for hours and talk?

“What’s on your mind?” Dina spoke up quietly, looking up at you, “You’re making that face again.” She smiled, scrunching her nose up slightly.