What am I doing?

It's what Kim had been asking herself all night. She was unable to sleep after the fight she had with Ron. On a whim, she dialed Monique's cell, hoping against all hope that she could give her some piece of advice.

"And that's it?" Monique asked after Kim explained everything. They were at the mall, drinking smoothies and window shopping.

"Yeah," Kim sighed. "All the gory details. I don't know what's wrong with me, Monique. I've never been so harsh on Ron. I mean, in freshman year, we bickered a lot…and I mean a lot."

Kim took a sip of her smoothie before continuing.

"But this was different. You should've seen his face after I lashed out. God, I never want to be the cause of that pain he felt again."

"Was that the only time you said it to him?" Monique asked. "The big ILY?"

"No, I said it when—wait, no, that was a dream. Oh! I told him that when we—no, I said it in my head," Kim realized. "Oh my gosh, Monique! I only told him one time!"

Smooth move, Possible.

"Just try to talk things out; he'll understand. He always does," Monique encouraged her.

Ron heard the knocking at his bedroom door, waking him from a nap. He hadn't slept well the night before. Upon opening up the door, a pair of arms went around him, hugging him tightly.

"I'm so sorry," Kim's voice broke. She buried her head against his shoulder. "I didn't mean the awful things I said. Ron, I—"

"Hey, it's okay," he told her, stroking her hair just how she liked. He felt her press a light kiss to his shoulder through his shirt. "I love you, KP. I really do. And I'm sorry that I never said it back."

Lifting her head away to look at him, she replied, "I love you too, Ron. And I'm sorry I only said it once." A small laugh escaped her. "Forgive me?"

"Always…Forgive me?" he asked.

"Of course," she told him. "You have no idea how much I want you right now."

"I think I have an idea," he smirked at her.

"Oh do you now?" she smiled back.

Ron wiped the tears from her face gently, and leaned in close, brushing his lips against hers. He murmured those three words to her in between kisses.

"I almost lost you," he told her in the midst of their affection. "I never want to be that close to losing you again."

"Maybe we need to take a break," Kim suggested. He backed up, completely floored.

"Wait, what? KP, I know how this goes. Remember Ross and Rachel!?" Ron panicked.

"Ron," Kim laughed. "I meant a break from saving the world."

"Oh, ha ha ha, that's what I thought you meant," he replied.

"We should let Global Justice take the reins for a bit," she continued. "I"ll call Betty right now."

"Wait, KP," Ron began. She looked up at him, a questioning look on her face. "I just—I don't want you to feel like you have to bottle up how you're feeling. Yeah, I need you, but it's okay to need me too."

"Thanks, Ron." She tossed her kimmunicator aside. "I'll call GJ later. I think I just need some Ronshine today."

"Always happy to be of service," he prided himself.

"You're such a dork," she laughed.

Ron gave an over-dramatic look of being offended.

"But you're my adorkable BFBF," she smiled.

"BFBF?" he inquired, cocking his head.

"Best Friend Boyfriend," Kim explained, pulling at his shirt to bring him closer, their lips meeting once more.

"I like the sound of that."