“What happened?” he asks. He waggles his eyebrows. “Did you ride him too hard?” “Don’t make me regret telling you.” His face softens. “I’m sorry. That sucks. Did you get to finish, at least?” “No,” I admit. “Ah, no wonder you’re so grumpy.” “I’m only grumpy because you’re acting way too familiar in public. What if someone sees us?”
