“What’s going on, Daph?” I ask, frowning, genuinely concerned for her. After all, I want my friend to be happy, especially when we discuss her relationship with Rafe.
“To begin,” Daphne says, straightening her shoulders and looking right at me. “Can we pretend, for a little bit, that we’re not talking about your brother? That could get…weird.”
“No problem,” I say, nodding eagerly, understanding as I hold my mug of wine tight in my lap.
“Um,” she says, running a hand through her long auburn curls in what I think is an anxious habit. “Things just have been…progressing, lately. In a way that I’m not sure I’m comfortable with.”
“What like, emotionally?” Ben asks, totally casual, taking another sip of his wine. “Or like…physically?”
“Mostly emotionally,” Daphne answers on a sigh, “but…yea
