“Because we’re best friends.” “I don’t know any best friends like us.” “And?” I try to burrow deeper into his chest so I don’t have to look him in the eye, but Tripp pulls me back. “I think … I think we need to start looking at us from the outside. If we’re ever going to make our relationships work, maybe we need to—” He takes a breath. “—stop being so possessive of each other.” “I’m not possessive!” “Who do I belong to?” “Me, but—” He grins. “Shut up.”
