Your face heats up, “Come on Dash, this whole thing’s your idea.” She hops a fore hoof up to your shoulder and punches you before using you to keep her balance. In a second she closes the distance and pecks your cheek. The action stunned you because you’d spent the entire morning telling yourself that wasn’t going to happen anymore. You feel the delayed reaction of butterflies bubbling up as if you’d swallowed a Mentos. 