Rowan’s Point of View
Dylan had her legs kicked up on top of mine as we cruised down the strip on the bike, “you’re gonna get us pulled over girl” I laughed while I rubbed her thigh.
“Whatever” she giggled as she sat up a little and rested her chin on my shoulder. “Can we stop at Flop’s, for old times sake?” I pulled in the parking lot and parked the bike next to the building. She jumped on my back, and I carried her piggyback inside, she was being very silly, and I loved it. Even when she nibbled on my ear while I was trying to order our coffee.
“Where do you want to sit?” I asked her when we went back outside.
“Where I was sitting the first time you saw me.” I sat her down in the exact chair she was sitting in that morning.
“Ah ha! See, you thought I wouldn’t remember! I remember
