I wanted to tell Eddie I didn't care who he told either, he could tell our friends and he could tell strangers, and all of it would be okay with me, but then he was kissing me and talking suddenly seemed much less important. His bike was between us and I think he might have knocked it while pulling me in, but he didn't stop kissing me and so I didn't stop either.

He really liked me. Just me. I didn't have to do anything to make the happen, I didn't have to work to impress him, I didn't have to feel like I was constantly on the edge of losing his attention. He was my boyfriend.

I covered his hand more completely with my own, both of them, the one on the bike and the one at the collar of my shirt. I tilted my head a little, fitting myself better against him, and even with the bike between us it felt like there were sparks jumping under my skin.