After having stopped by the side of the road out in the country (well, out of the cities, that is) after being on the motorcycle for about an hour, we have this convo:
Me: “Stopping for a stretch break, good idea.” I proceed to get off the bike and shake out my legs.
Him: “Mmhmmm.” He gets off the bike and removes his helmet, grinning.
Me: “Oh, that’s a good idea, too. Helmet break!” I take off my helmet and fluff my hair.
Him: “Someone has to take off a helmet so we can kiss.” He leans in and kisses me.
Me: “Oh my…”