I shook my head. “I’ve stopped at so many, and they’re all full.”
He scrunched his face in thought and turned to me. “Would you be opposed to sleeping in the car?” He eyed the small backseat.
I turned to look too and frowned. It was really small.
I looked back at Dean and raised a brow. “Wanna be my snuggle bunny?”
He snorted and shook his head. “I should’ve expected that kind of response from you.”
“Seriously, though,” I looked at the back once more, “I’ll basically have to lie on top of you.”
He grinned crookedly. “Worse things could happen.”
He pulled the car back onto the road and I looked around for the momma and baby deer, but didn’t see them. I hoped they both made it to a safe field and didn’t try to cross the road again.
Dean drove a few mil
es down the road and found a parking lot that would be safe enough for us to sleep in.
He’d put the soft cover roof on the car earlier so we only had to climb in the back.
We ended up outside the car at first to stretch our legs.
He opened the trunk and found a tube of toothpaste. He swiped some on his finger and held the tube out for me. I stuck my finger out for some toothpaste and then swirled my finger in my mouth. It wasn’t the best method, but it worked.
All the while we kept watching each other from the corner of our eyes, smiling secretively.
I didn’t know exactly what our kiss meant—how it redefined us—but I didn’t care.
I stood outside the car while Dean pushed the front seats forward as far as they’d go so we’d have more room in the back.
I peered back at the small space. “Ready to get cozy with me, Wentworth?” I wiggled my brows.
He glanced at me over his shoulder, hiding laughter. “You’re determined to have your dad kill me, aren’t you?”
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” I shrugged.
“He’s probably got a camera installed in here or something,” Dean muttered as he climbed in the back and kicked off his shoes.
I put my hands on my hips and leaned forward to peer at him in the car. “Now how would he have done that?” I raised a brow in challenge.
“Not sure.” Dean held up a hand. “But I’m confident he could figure out a way.”
I shook my head. “Lay down and make room.”
“There is no room.” He stretched out his legs as far as they’d go, which wasn’t far at all. He ended up dropping one leg so that his foot rested on the floor.
I took off my shoes and dropped them on the floor of the front seat then maneuvered my way inside, closing the door behind me.
Dean had left the car running, so at least we had air conditioning.
“We’re not going to run out of gas, are we?” I questioned as I basically went splat across his chest. He grunted from the impact.
“I checked. We’re good,” he wheezed out.
I wiggled around, trying to get comfortable, but it was difficult when I was literally lying on top of him.
“You know,” I started, “we might’ve kissed, but this is still mucho awkward.”