Somewhere between a friend and acquaintance—a frequaintance, as it were.
He's not my step brother technically, so I think it's okay that I kissed him once.
The reward is in the risk.
Who else would find me at just this moment? First he found me drunk, now he found me cleaning up poo from a barking pony who was about to go into attack mode.
You bookish little pervert.
But she's not, and I am left to wonder on my own: How does this work, the getting to know a new guy without revealing too much desperation for his undivided attention?