Karen's anger had faded as she listened to his explanation. Jon truly was her best friend. She'd had feelings for him for a while but he'd never made a move. They were both such fools.
She located her clothing and began the leave but paused in the doorway "I need to clear my head. Don't follow me," Karen said softly, her eyes pleading. Then she closed the door behind her.
Jon sat in silence. His mind was racing without but getting nowhere. Did she hate him now? Had he just lost her friendship? She didn't sound mad anymore, but what was that tone? Sadness? Disappointment?
