“Stop it. You’re not even funny. Considering you fight half naked and all over the TV when you do, the only unseen bits are not getting tattooed.” I stomp my foot, missing his toes by millimeters, and start to get agitated with his so-called playful joke.

“A little bit funny. I can see you smiling. Are you thinking about the bits the other girls don’t get to see?” He winks at me again, that mischievous dirty look coming on, and I lose the will to live, a smile breaking on ...