Caelin
She runs toward me like one of those romance movies my mom and Addie like to watch all the time. Where there’s fake snow and someone’s either a baker or a secret prince. I try not to notice the way her tits bounce as her steps beat against the pavement. She’s wearing a sleeveless shirt in the heat of the afternoon.
“Hey,” I greet her, pulling her in by her belt loop for a kiss. “You got your stuff.” I hitch my chin at her backpack.
“I’m a girl, I require a lot,” she defends herself.
“You don’t need anything other than yourself.”
Her face flushes. “You’re going to be so good for my self-esteem.”
“You ready?” I hand her a helmet.
“You’ve never made me wear a helmet before,” she pouts.
“Well, Drew heard you weren’t wearing one the other day and made me promise if you’re riding bitch on my bike, you’re protected.
“Ugh, who tattled on me?”
“No idea, but as soon as I find out, I’ll let you know.”