Being a backpack for your biker boyfriend, Dean, was a dream come true. He was always willing to bring you along with him, even if it was just to the store.

You're currently driving to a restaurant for date night, you clinging to his back while he drives. You're arms around his waist, playfully squeezing him every so often.

Every stop light, you bump his helmet gently. He laughs and bumps you back, knowing it's your way of giving affection with the helmet on.

You called them helmet kisses.