“Mason and I are just friends with benefits,” Sydney said casually as she walked to the kitchen. 

I sat on the couch, watching her open and close the refrigerator.

She returned with a bottle of water and handed it to me. My eyes were on her the whole time. Noticing my gaze, she asked, “What is it?”

I took the bottle of water from her, still trying to come to terms with what she said. 

“So, that’s why you were so quick to brush him off?”

Sydney shrugged. “Exactly. I wasn’t ready for anything serious, and he was starting to get attached.”

I took a sip of water, trying to...