“So, uh, Brooklyn said something about it not being official until you’ve claimed your victory kiss.” “Victory kiss?” His brows lift. “And you want to be the one I claim it from? Is that what you’re saying?” “You did win.” I shrug. “And you’re in charge tonight, remember? So whatever you want.” “That’s a dangerous thing to say to me, princess.” He lowers his voice. “I’d have you bent over my bike so fast you wouldn’t know which way was up.”
