Ivy broke into a stretch of giggles, doing the Flashdance toward me, and I giggled right back, the two of us like a couple of teenagers who’d finally gotten kissed by Billy Mendez.

She stopped, holding her belly and laughing, her cheeks high and flushed. With her free hand, she snagged one of mine and dragged me in the direction of her bedroom.

“You’re gonna tell me everything, unabridged.”

“Congratulations?” Dean said as we passed, holding up his gigantic hand, which I slapped hard enough to sting in salute of the highest of fives.

“Thanks!” I kicked off my shoes with a thunk, trotting behind my sister, who moved much faster than someone in her state should be able to.

Once in her room, she whipped me like a derby girl toward her bed and closed the door.

“Kash Fucking Bennet!” she squealed, and we broke into giggles again.

I flopped on her bed with a sigh, staring at the ceiling with a stupid grin on my face. “You were right. I needed a rebound.”

She climbed onto the bed with an oof. “I like being right. God, you know—Luke was historically the easiest of the Bennets to talk to, to get with. But Kash? I think Kash is hotter. Don’t tell Luke I said so.”

“I think it’s that he seems unattainable. Luke is easy, but Kash has another layer to him, you know? What you see with Luke is what you get. But Kash plays it closer to the vest. He’s more…I dunno. Mysterious.”

Ivy snorted a laugh. “Yeah, Kash is a real international man of mystery with his pun T-shirts and dirty jeans.”

I tittered. “Oh my God, seriously, what is wrong with me? I cannot stop giggling.”

“You got nailed by a Bennet brother. This is a common side effect.”

I rolled onto my side, propping my head on my hand, still fucking giggling. “He’s just so …” I sighed, glancing at the ceiling, my cheeks warming at the memory of his hands on me. “Let’s just say, I’m no longer upset that you told him about Brock Bancroft and the Case of the Missing Orgasms. Kash used that information to his advantage.”

“He would. He’s resourceful like that. Tell me what happened!”

So I did, starting with my shitty day and getting hosed by the gutter to the promise he’d fulfilled of being a great distraction. A perfect distraction. Damn near perfect in general.

“He always was the most easygoing of the Bennets besides Jett, though Jett was too old for me,” Ivy said.

I gave her a look. “He’s like thirty, Ivy.”

She held up her palms in defense. “Thirty-one, and I’m just saying—he had already graduated when I was a freshman. He might as well have been thirty then.”