After only a moment I pulled away and she swayed a bit as if dizzy. Her lips lifted in a small smile and she raised shaky fingers to her plump bottom lip.
“I hope I never get used to that,” she whispered.
“Me too.” I kissed her once more, quickly, before folding the last of the laundry.
“Dean,” she said suddenly with a tone to her voice that told me she was up to no good.
“Yeah?” I looked up from zipping the duffle bag closed.
Her lips lifted in a sly grin and she nodded towards a laundry cart. She wiggled her eyebrows deviously and I shook my head.
“No,” I said sternly.
But the word ‘no’ didn’t exist in Willow’s vocabulary.
She hopped down and scurried over to the cart. She climbed inside it, with her knees squished up to her chin.
“You have to push me,” she hissed, keeping her voice low so that the guy working there wouldn’t hear her.
“You’re going to get us in trouble,” I warned her, slinging the duffle bag across my body.
“Dean.” She tilted her head down and eyed me. The look in her eyes told me she wasn’t moving until I pushed her around the Laundromat in the cart.
I shook my head.
Crazy girl.
We’d probably get arrested for destructing property or some other nonsense, but I also couldn’t deny how happy I was to see this Willow back.
With a groan I stood behind Willow and grabbed ahold of the sides of the cart, careful not to hit myself on the large metal pole running straight up and over that was meant for you to hang your clothes on.
“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.” I braced my feet back and kicked off, running across the tiles.
The cart was a little too small for Willow and it constantly wanted to tip over.
“Hey! You can’t do that!” The guy working there yelled at us, throwing down his magazine on the counter.
“Faster!” Willow yelled and I ran straight for the doors.
I heard the guy shuffling behind the counter, trying to get to us, and since I wasn’t paying attention the cart hit something on the floor and tipped completely over. Willow fell out and rolled along the floor.
She quickly righted herself and jumped up. “Run!”
She grabbed my hand and we ran out together while the guy cursed behind us.
We fell into my car, laughing hysterically and trying to catch our breath—two things that were difficult to do at the same time.
“My heart’s beating so fast,” I said as I removed the duffle bag from across my body and tossed the bag in the back. I fumbled with the keys and tried to get the car started.
I glanced back in the rearview mirror, making sure the guy hadn’t run outside after us.
I saw him through the glass door shaking his head roughly before walking away.
“That. Was. Awesome.” Willow laughed beside me, resting her feet on the dashboard as I pulled away. She smiled at me and her eyes glimmered. “Thank you for always embracing my crazy ideas.”
I chuckled. “I don’t know how to say no to you.”
“It’s because I’m so adorable isn’t it?” She joked. Her hair swirled around her shoulders since the top was down and she raised her arms in the air, moving them in rhythm to the song playing on the radio.