I can hardly wait to get back to Kellen’s house after our ride. I feel like I’m on fire in the best possible way. My muscles are shouting, my heart is racing. ”I feel like I can do anything,” I tell him, gripping the interior of the car as he rubs my thigh at a traffic light.

”You can do anything,” he says, grinning. ”That’s what I like about you.”

I snort. ”If that were true I would have moved out a long ...