The Biker's Rules
“For now, I’m very interested in practicing making them. With you.”
“Seriously?” she asks.
I shrug, angelic. “Dead serious.”
“Well,” she says, suddenly very official, “then THE GUY better pull his socks up. Otherwise, THE GUY may lose certain boyfriend privileges bestowed by THE GIRL.”
She pokes my chest with her finger. Once. Twice. Every time she says THE GUY.
“Kissing. Holding hands. Sleeping. And any other … related benefits.”
“Oh,” I say solemnly. “I see. Sounds like THE GUY needs a strategy.”