Don’t thank me until you’ve ridden.

I sank back down into the pillows. Cute. Bossy. And pick up. What did that mean? I couldn’t think what to text back. Everything I thought of made me seem either desperate or uninterested. Finally I decided.

 

Haven’t forgotten. Thanks for the ride.

 

The reply came back in a flash.

 

Don’t thank me until you’ve ridden.

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