They kissed like that for along time, probably a little too eager and with too much spit, and the handlebar was really starting to dig painfully into his hip, but it was nice.

Better than nice. He wasn't sure he had the right word for it, his chest filled with something a little scary and impossible to identify, but scary wasn't always so bad.

Finally, he pulled back with a gasp, his cheeks red, his mouth a little slack. "We should, um. We should go in. I mean, lunch is soon, right?"