He groans. “You know I don’t like that stuff.”
“Are you sure?” Now I dangle it before his face. “It’s calling your name. ‘Kylen…Kylen Barrett. Eat me. You know you want to.’”
“Poison.” He wraps his hand around his neck and falls back against the seat with his eyes rolling over.
“Poison? Nah, it has tons of nutrients.”
His eyes snap open. “Yeah, right!”
I giggle. “Okay, it’s junk. But it’s good junk.” I throw it into my mouth. “Mmm.”
He chokes himself to death again.
“Hey, if we’re going to be friends, you have to at least accept that this is my go-to snack.”
He sits up. “I brought it for you, didn’t I?”
“Of course. For that, you get a prize.”
“Ooh, what’s my prize?”
“A ketchup potato chip.” I hold one out to him again.
“Someone kill me now.” He falls back on the seat with his eyes squeezed shut.
I lean forward and press a quick kiss on his cheek.
His eyes snap open and he gapes at me like he’s not sure if that happened or was a dream. But then he must conclude it was real because he didn’t actually fall asleep.
With his jaw hanging open, he presses his hand to his cheek. “I’m never going to wash my cheek as long as I live.”
That has me giggling.
Carly pops up from the seat in front of us. “What has the two of you laughing so hard? Ryder and I are trying to listen to music.”
“Sorry. We didn’t mean to disturb you.”
“We don’t mind as long as we know what’s so funny.”
I playfully knock my shoulder into Kylen’s. “He’s just teasing me because of my love for ketchup potato chips.”
“What’s bad about them?” She snatches my bag and takes a few, handing half to Ryder. “They’re awesome.”
Ryder agrees as he munches on them.
I give Kylen a look.
“You must be aliens,” he says.
“You’rethe alien, remember?” I say.
He lifts his shoulders. “I totally am.”
With a smile, Carly settles back down next to Ryder and whispers something to him. Since he’s listening to music, she raises her voice and I catch some of what she said. She told him she’s not surprised if she hears wedding bells in the future.
My face sizzles as I glance at Kylen. But he doesn’t seem to have heard, since he’s currently arguing with Beck that the guys won’t be able to sleep over the weekend because of his loud snoring.
I lean my head on the window as I imagine that very scenario. And I must say, I enjoy it very, very much.
