“Huh?” I asked, raising a brow as I waited for her to explain.
She huffed and rolled her eyes, a white lollipop stick hanging out of the side of her mouth. “The aliens, Dean. They must be your brethren because you are not of this planet.”
I shook my head at her silliness when I really wanted to kiss her senseless.
I stepped out of the car and met her at the sign for our mini photo shoot.
Once Willow had all the photos she wanted we got back in the car and sat for a moment.
“Forget the game,” she said, crossing her legs and propping them up on the dash. “Isn’t there some weird ass museum here? That’s where I want to go.”
“I’m sure there is.” I grabbed my phone and typed in museums in Roswell, New Mexico. “International UFO Museum and Research Center? I can’t believe that’s a real thing,” I muttered to myself.
She jabbed a finger at my phone. “That’s where I want to go.”
“Okay.” I pressed a button so it would give me directions.
She threw her hands up in the air. “Oh, so now we can use the fucking maps app. I see how it is, Dean.” She crossed her arms over her chest and tried to look menacing, but it was impossible when she was sucking on a lollipop.
“I’m pretty sure a UFO museum isn’t marked on the map.” I shrugged, waiting for traffic to clear before pulling back onto the road.
She pulled the lollipop from her mouth and pursed her cherry colored lips. “You never know. UFO’s could’ve been very important to this map maker.”
“Doubtful.”
“It would be important to me,” she countered.
I pointed a finger at her. “But you’re not a map maker.”
She stuck her tongue out in response. “I could be if I wanted to be.”
“You’d be bored out of your mind.”
“You don’t know that. I might find it very rewarding.”
“You freak out every time we get lost.”
“Well aren’t you just the mighty crusher of dreams.”
“So, you’re telling me it’s your dream to make maps?” I glanced at her.
“Well, no…”
“Exactly,” I nodded, “so why are we even arguing about this?”
She gasped. “Is this our first official fight as a couple? We should commemorate this with make-up sex.”
My eyes widened as I turned to her laughing form. “I think you actually have to have sex at least once before you can actually have proper make-up sex.”
“Then giddy-up cowboy.” She grinned and waggled her brows.
This girl was going to kill me.
“You’re worse than a guy,” I told her. “And you’re seriously testing my restraint here.”
“If I took my top off right now would that send your restraint straight out the window? Because seriously, that fucker needs to take a hike.”
I said a silent prayer to any deity that would listen to me because I needed all the help I could get when it came to resisting this girl.