Miles: So . . . it was the best first kiss ever?

Roxy: Are you fishing for compliments?

Miles: Yes. I have out my rod . . .

Roxy: *rolls eyes so hard*

Miles: Why yes, so hard is indeed an apt description.

Roxy: That OTM is strong in you. Also, I noticed.

Miles: My fishing rod? Who has the OTM now?

Roxy: Guilty as charged. And yes, I noticed both the rod and the tensile strength of it.

Miles: Booyah. This is where I drop the mic and walk away, right?

Roxy: Probably. But to answer your first question for real this time . . . yes, it was. So good I hear the Grammys are expanding this year to include best kisses by rockers because of us :)

Miles: We’d win the Grammy for Best First Kiss.

Roxy: Then we’d win Best First Kiss Cut Short by Kisser’s Complete Misread of the Situation.

Miles: You’re the kisser and I’m the kissee?

Roxy: Well, yeah.

Miles: Are you forgetting how I spun you around, pinned you to the wall, and kissed you senseless? I believe that makes me the kisser.

Roxy: If we’re expanding categories, can we add in Best Ass Grab?

Miles: Absolutely, since your ass is fucking perfection. I know we’re friends and all, but damn, woman. I could watch you walk in front of me all day long.

Roxy: Now this—this is where you drop the mic, Miles.

Five minutes later…

Miles: Sorry, what did you say? My hand was busy.

Roxy: You’re a very dirty pervert.

Miles: Like I said, that was a great kiss.

Roxy: You’re still a dirty pervert.

Miles: You’re still texting a dirty pervert.

Roxy: I’m still thinking about that kiss, even though it was clearly only part of the bodyguard duties.

Miles: Clearly. We were committed to your bodyguard work. And you’ve already told me there’s no kissing with plus-one work, so I’m clear on that too.

Roxy: None. Ever. Never ever. Also, Miles?

Miles: Yes?

Roxy: Last night was great. Thank you for being so understanding about everything.

Miles: No, thank you.

Miles: P.S. I meant it. You can walk in front of me anytime.