“Let’s play a game,” she said.

“Okay,” I said, smiling.

“What’s your favorite sport?” she asked.

I paused for a second.

“Uh, basketball, I guess,” I said.

“Okay. What’s your favorite food?” she continued, without missing a beat.

“Umm, I don’t know. Uh…,” I stuttered.

“Will,” she scolded through her laughter. “The game doesn’t work if you don’t answer the first thing that comes to your head. It’s supposed to be the truth, but you have to do it fast.”

I met her pouty eyes. They seemed to be fighting back a smile.

“Okay, pizza,” I said, flashing her a grin.

“Who are you named after?” she asked.

“My grandmother,” I said.

She stopped, and her eyes slowly traveled to mine.

“You’re named after your grandmother?” she asked, not even bothering to try and hide the teasing grin now slithering its way to her face.

“Well, sort of,” I said.

Her perfect eyebrows darted together.

“Willamina?” she asked.

I nodded my head.

Her eyebrows relented a little, but the grin stayed. I didn’t want to have to tell her the whole story, but it didn’t look as if I had much of a choice. Though, the truth was, I’d do anything she asked me to do — even if it was explain to her how I had come to be named after a woman.

I exaggeratedly sighed through a wide smile.

“It means protection — Willamina,” I said. “My mom said that my grandmother protected my mom and her family and that she protected me and my family, and that someday, I would protect someone special too.”

I watched her lips turn into a warm smile and the features on her face grow soft again.

“That might be the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard,” she said.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I said. “At least they didn’t name me Willamina.”

“No, I’m serious,” she said, gently sliding her shoulder into mine.

“So, you don’t think I’m less of a man now that you know I’m named after a woman?” I asked.

She laughed a sweet and gentle laugh.

“No, that makes you stronger,” she said, sending me a wink. “And after that story, you couldn’t possibly be less of a man in my eyes.”

I smiled, as my cheeks grew warm.

“Well, what about you?” I asked. “Who are you named after?”

“No one,” she said, laughing. “My mom just liked the name. It means youthful, I think.”

“That fits,” I said.

I so wanted to kiss her.

“The game,” she suddenly exclaimed. “We’re not finished.”

My eyes faltered from hers, and I leaned my head back against the windshield again.

“Okay,” I said, still smiling.

“Okay, what’s your favorite summer job?” she asked.

“Easy. Umpiring,” I quickly replied.

“What do you want to be when you grow up?” she asked.

“Okay, Jules, that one I really don’t know. You know that. Skip,” I pleaded.

“Okay, fine,” she said. “I thought I’d try. But I’ll answer for you — a famous musician.”

One corner of my mouth slid up my face.

“What’s a hobby not many people know you have?” she continued.

“Uh…playing guitar, I guess,” I said.

Who are you going to marry?” she asked.

“You,” I said.

She stopped suddenly. She looked surprised.

“Really?” she asked.

I cocked my head toward her again.

“That surprises you?” I asked.

“I guess I just never really thought that far ahead,” she said, bringing her legs to a bent position.

“You really want to marry me?” she asked.

“Of course I do. Well, if that’s okay with you?” I asked.

My voice had turned shy.

She smiled a happy smile and pressed her head against my shoulder again.

“You want to grow old and wrinkly with me?” she asked, twisting the corner of my shirt tighter around her finger.

I hesitated for a second, which attracted her stare.

“Maybe old, but not wrinkly,” I finally said.

She was wearing a half-smirk by the time I had finished.

“Oh, that’s right,” she said, pinching my side. “I was blessed with the good genes, so that means you’ll have to grow wrinkly on your own.”

I shifted my weight on the hood, then wrapped my arms around her little body and held her as moments flew by like they were speeding trains.

“Look, a shooting star,” she suddenly exclaimed, pointing to the sky above us. “Make a wish.”

I watched her eyes fall shut, causing her nose to rumple. And I kept my stare on her for a second, until her eyelids started to slide open. Then, I quickly shut mine.

I had never wished on a star before, and I wasn’t exactly sure what I was supposed to do, so I just kept my eyes closed and prayed that I would have the courage to finally kiss this girl tonight.

Within a couple of seconds, I felt her tugging at my arm, and I lifted my eyelids to her smiling face.

“What did you wish for?” she asked.

I felt my lips start to turn up at their corners, as my eyes traveled from her eyes down to her lips and then back up to her eyes again. Then, I took a piece of her long hair that had come to rest on the side of her face and tucked it behind her tan shoulder. Something crazy strong was drawing me to her, and I didn’t even try to fight it. My heart pounded. I searched her pretty, green eyes. They seemed to be searching mine too. She was motionless, but on her face was this beautiful smile that I could never do justice by simply describing. It was happy and comfortable and sexy, and it was as if it were daring me to do exactly what I craved to do. I brought my face closer to hers, until my lips were hovering over her lips and I could feel her soft, steady breaths. I stayed there for several seconds, taking all of her in — her fiery eyes; the way her lips parted ever so slightly, giving way to her sexy, little smile; and the subtle, familiar scent of the perfume she always wore. Then, I closed my eyes and pressed my lips against hers. Her lips were soft and full and warm to the touch. They were perfect, and they made my heart race, but they also made me feel so at home. How could something I had never done feel so natural?

I brought my hand to the side of her face and gently rested it there. Then, I slipped my tongue into her mouth, and I kissed her as if my life depended on it. I think I was kissing her for all those years I hadn’t kissed her. And if I hadn’t known better, I would have thought she were kissing me for all the years I hadn’t kissed her too because she kissed me like she wanted me — like I was the only guy she desired. It made my heart race faster, and I couldn’t get enough of it. In fact, my heart was still pounding against the walls of my chest when my lips finally broke from hers — and only because I needed a second to catch my breath. I would have kissed her forever.

“You gonna be my butterfly?” I whispered, resting my lips against her ear.

“Your butterfly?” she whispered back.

I met her pretty eyes again. They seemed to be smiling — just like her pretty lips.

“Yeah, you’re as beautiful as a butterfly, and you know you want to be,” I playfully coaxed her.

She softly laughed, forcing her tan shoulders slightly forward.

“Well, you’ve never asked it that way,” she said.

“Does that officially mean yes?” I asked her, not even bothering to hide my wide grin.

She paused for a moment, as if to drag out my torment. I was learning that she was pretty good at that and also that I didn’t so much mind it.

A quick glance down revealed a glimpse of her hand, and the next thing I knew I was intertwining my fingers in hers.

“That means yes,” she softly confessed, allowing her gaze to fall to our hands.

My grin grew wider, and I lowered my eyes again too before meeting her stare.

“That’s what I’ve waited my whole life to hear,” I said.

She smiled her sweet smile. Then, I kissed her pretty forehead, and we both fell back onto the windshield again, her hand still intertwined in mine.