We approached the bike holding hands.

“Thank you,” I said. “That was probably in my top five dates ever.”


“Top five?”


“Top four, maybe.”


He faced me. “What?”


I shrugged. “It was a compliment.”
He pressed his lips between his teeth. Before I could decide if he was suppressing rage or laughter, he ducked and thrust forward, throwing me over his shoulder. I squealed and kicked, bouncing as he ran. He pushed me against the side of the metal shed with a clang, pressing my shoulders to the wall.


“Name your top three. I’ll beat them.”


“With what?” I asked.


“I’ll take you to the fucking moon and have you back in time for bed.”


“Oh, Jonathan. The moon? Really?” I rolled my eyes.
He just smiled, all teeth and joy.

“You’re getting such a spanking tonight.”


“Kiss me first,” I said. “Maybe you’ll get in the top three.”