" Oooh, look at my athlete. You’ll have to show me your somersault someday.”
“Oh, so I’m your athlete now?”
My face flushes with heat, and I reach for the air-conditioning. As I direct all vents toward me, he leans forward, slowly, and plants a soft kiss on my cheek.
“I like the sound of that,” he says. “Being yours. "

― Phil Stamper , The Gravity of Us