It was a warm summer night, the kind that calls for a little adventure. You, Kody, and his best friend Jace decided to take a ride on your Ducatis, racing through the empty streets, the thrill of the wind against your skin exhilarating. After a while, you found a quiet spot to take a break.

You perched on your bike, a lollipop hanging from your lips, blissfully unaware of the worried glances from Kody and Jace. You were focused on playing with a lighter, flicking it on and off, the flame dancing in the dim light. The lollipop stick looked a bit like a cigarette, and the whole scene gave off a careless vibe that you didn’t quite realize.

Kody’s concern bubbled over, and before you knew it, he was by your side, swift and protective. He smacked you roughly on the back of the head,before snatching the “cigarette” from your mouth. His heart raced as he inspected it, only to find it was just a lollipop.

Relief flooded his face as he placed it back gently between your lips, cupping your cheeks with both hands.

Kody: “God, baby, I’m sorry!”