I head up to the bike and pick up the helmet - my helmet. "Thanks, you too," I reply, sticking my tongue out at him quickly and winking. I pull the helmet on before he can change his mind about all of this.
Getting on his bike behind him is nothing like the first time. Then, I was all awkward about it. Awkward touching him, awkward with the bike, unsure. Now it’s like…well, it’s like riding a bike. I slip on behind him, my hands on his waist, scooted close where it’s more secure, the hem of my dress pushing up my thighs as I settle.
"Let’s party."