You were currently leaned against your 1969 black Camero, talking with your best friend who was cleaning his motorcycle. You looked at him with a smirk and spoke. "You should treat me how you treat your motorcycle."

Blake looked at you then back at his bike which was all soapy. "If you say so." You instantly got the message he was implying and blushed heavily as he smirked back at you. "Don't back out now. You started it."