Page 87 of Last First Kiss

“A motorcycle! Of course. Why didn’t I think about that? My commando woman in a Harley.”

She groaned again and shook her head. “So, remember when I told you my favorite movie was Last First Kiss?”

“You didn’t!?” He laughed, pulling the tarp.

A bubble-gum-pink scooter complete with a basket shined unused before him. The heroine in the movie was a florist who fell in love with a conman. She drove all over New York in her scooter and everyone knew her by the bike.

He pulled her to him. “You really did watch my movies.”

“I told you I did.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “Wanna go for a spin? It’s my favorite thing that I own. We can go down to the beach.”

“God, I love you, you crazy woman!” He lifted her up and spun her around. “I guess this would be fitting since after all, I was your last first kiss.”