I won't say that you're pretty because that dog already did. And I won't say you're funny because you have had me laughing since I met you.

A breath?" she asked. She didn't want to kiss just any wooden man. He looked nice enough, but he might not be like his looks. A kiss seemed very forward. He might remember it, and make assumptions.

Flipping to the front, I caught Aiden's gaze and offered a sympathetic smile.

"Skittles?"

"Please."

I dumped some into his open palm, then picked out the green ones. Aiden grinned at me.

"You know I don't like the green ones?"

Shrugging, I popped them in my mouth.

"The few times I've seen you eat them, you leave the green ones behind."

Deacon popped his head between our seats.

"That's true love right there."

"That it is."

Aiden's gaze flicked to the road. I flushed like a little schoolgirl and focused on the remaining pieces of candy until Deacon drifted back into his seat. I handed all the red ones to Aiden.

Thunderstorms and rainbows wrapped together in a convenient pocket-sized parcel.

If you must know, I-I had never in my life kissed a young lady, and you are far too beautiful to me to want to get it wrong!

My ideal prom date would have to be cute, funny, sweet, nice.