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He's waiting in the parking lot when she finishes her shift, his helmet slung over one handlebar.
"Don't tell me you're in trouble again," she teases and he smiles.
"I came to thank you."
"We did this already," she says remembering the hug - his strong arms around her, the smell of leather - and the chills she got at his words.
"Yeah, well. Let's just say I'm a gentleman. I don't usually kiss girls in front of their dads." She doesn't have time to react. When their lips meet, she wonders how she never noticed how soft his lips must look.