“You’re leaving out one thing,” I prod. He frowns. “What?” Then an idea hits him. “Oh, right: I’ll always love you. Is that what you were after?” I sigh with feigned exasperation, like, Ugh, you idiot. “No. Love shmove—I don’t care about that. Promise me you’ll always be my best friend.” He laughs, tips his head down, and kisses my cheek. “I thought that was obvious, Hot Lips. Best friends, forever.”
