I don’t even realize I’m reaching for her, but Quinn does it at the same time. I’m kissing her mouth, he’s kissing her neck, and with a tangle of hands and mouths, we fall against the couch. Quinn’s pulling his shirt over his head, and I’m working on mine while she’s moaning into my mouth.

I taste her excitement, her fear, and our new memories.

Us.

Quinn kisses down her naked back, and his hands move to her hips.

I nod and keep kissing her while his fingers dip between her thighs, I didn’t expect him to go that far or be willing to, but somehow it’s like I’m outside of my body as he locks eyes with me, almost like he’s saying, love her. I have this along with, let me have just this.

Just. This.

He doesn’t realize I overheard his conversation in the hospital room, about the possible baby, about him taking over when I couldn’t.

About him protecting what he thought was my perfection, so why not give it back in the most primal way possible?

She bucks against his hand.

His eyes close.

And I kiss her again. I hear the sounds of his fingers, every breath of air that she inhales and exhales, and every time I know she’s close to the brink of losing it.

Her moans and gasps are like a breath of prayer on my lips. Our tongues tangle while Quinn gives her pleasure, only to suddenly pull back. I know he’s turned on, fuck I’m turned on, and I would have never even known this was a future scenario; I’m so hard I want to strip every inch of clothing I have on my body and take her as hard as I can.

Her eyes open; she looks between us and smiles. “Guess it was always us three, just like everyone said…”

“Shit.” Quinn rubs his palm down the front of his slacks. “Yeah, it was us.”

“Us,” I repeat and reach for her. MB grabs me and kisses my mouth, then his, then mine again until we’re both pressed against her, rubbing our hands everywhere, from her hair to her face.

“This must be what it’s like to be worshipped,” Quinn whispers against her neck.

MB reaches for the front of his pants and presses her palm down. “Yes.”

He groans, then jolts back, horror on his face.

I’m still trying to figure out why he’s freaking out, even though this is definitely not something we do when he turns around and gives us his back.

“Too hot to handle, Quinn?” she asks.

“Consider…” He clears his throat. “…my memory fully restored with this one as I embarrassingly tap out and make my way to the bathroom, where I will one hundred percent cry in the corner while you guys do your thing.”

I laugh; I can’t help it. “Bro, how long has it been?”

“Clearly too long.” He grumbles and then groans and looks away. “PS gonna have a serious talk with my cock right now.”