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

“Cold?” She asks, letting you lean into her chest. Hayley 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. She doesn’t know how she’d answer.