Did that just fucking rhyme?

I don’t even know what to say.

“We did go fishing that one time.” Quinn pipes up lamely.

I roll my eyes. Like, really, bro? Really? “Yes, and we caught nothing.”

We also got super high, but I leave that part out.

“Bad bait,” we say in unison, causing MB to just laugh and shake her head.

“What?” I reach for her and realize too late that Quinn does the same thing, me for her hand, him to rustle her hair. She frowns between the two of us and starts to laugh.

Quinn leans in and whispers, “She’s lost it. We’ve made her lose it.”

“Her eyes look wild,” I add. “Definitely mad cow disease.”

“I thought she hated beef?”

“Food. She loves all food,” I add. “But yeah, she’s definitely not—“

She grabs my hand, then his, and presses hers between it. I suck in a sharp breath. I’m afraid to look at Quinn. Maybe he’s afraid to look at me.

“It’s okay, you know,” she whispers. “To love lots of things at the same time.” Her eyes shine. “And it’s okay to have a do-over.”

Quinn’s hand shakes as he leans over to me. “Definitely mad cow.”

I nod.

MB laughs. I smile because it sounds so pretty, her laughter, her joy.

“Rules,” she finally says once she’s done laughing. “I’m his girlfriend,” Thank God she’s pointing at me. “And I’m your do-over.” She points at Quinn.

“I’m confused.” Quinn raises his hand.

She grabs it and kisses it, then pulls him in for a kiss and wraps her arms around his neck.

I think we’re both too stunned to move. I’m jealous as hell, then I think about what he went through, what we both went through, and I think that’s the gift the universe deserves to give him.

Damn.

Good.

Just good.

MB is the best of us all, so a mere kiss? Yeah, my best friend deserves to know that love, that tenderness, the feel of her against him, and I can’t believe I’m even smiling, but I am.

He’s been to hell and back—so have I—why not have a small slice of heaven?

MB pulls back and looks over her shoulder at my stunned expression. Then I realize it’s more shock because I’m smiling, and I know he just touched her lips, but those are mine, so I pull her in for a kiss as she releases him.

“New memories, huh?” I pull away, mouth wet. “What did you have in mind?”

“Movie room.” She laughs, and we follow like she’s completely hypnotized us, maybe she has, or maybe she just has the right answer to our problem, the problem that’s separated us for years.

Our shame doesn’t have to stay that way.

“I mean, obviously,” Quinn says behind her, his hands linger around her hips; she leans into him, then into me, and then somehow, we have her sandwiched while I press an open-mouthed kiss to her lips.