"He came to my room last night. The guests at the party dumped the bowl of punch over his head because he's an angel, can you believe it?"
She paused before looking up at him, squinting at him. "Warner, he's an angel. He's not going to [redacted] with me even if I wanted him to."
She squinted at him for a moment before reaching up and kissing him, her hand on the side of his neck. "So jealous."
A small grin crossed her lips and she watched him thoughtfully before kissing him again. "You're special. You're my best friend."
She nodded, kissing the tip of his nose. "For sure. Who else could I do this with and having nothing more expected of it than platonic friendship? I really trust you, Warns."