"Don't apologise." He brushed he lips across her forehead, "I like that I distract you." He laughed, and shifted to the side, he didn't need another onslaught on his ribs. Apparently being best friends for so long, still meant best friend hits (which tended to hurt). He could hear the taxi driver sighing, he probably would have done the same thing; if he had seen a similar couple all over each other, but Justin was full into the 'stuff everyone else's opinions' mood and didn't give a crap that the driver was probably single and lonely.
Justin wasn't.
Justin managed to convince Megan into a best out of 11 thumb war wrestle, after she had taken the championship 3 times in a row, by the time they pulled up outside of Justin's summer house. He got out of taxi and held the door open for Megan. "I think we should now install the 'at least two hand distance between us' rule." Be brought out his hands, measured and pushed, Megan gently away from him. "Okay. I think that works."