[She smiles at the idea of getting to see New Orleans, her finger trailing along the road like it will magically transport them there right away.]

My mom always has said New Orleans is evil.

[Which makes her laugh, as she taps Louisiana on the map.

Since they're stopped, she figures it's a good time to stretch her legs. Her arms stretch out above her head as she paces around the pump they're parked at. She winds up coming up from behind him, arms wrapping around his waist as she hugs him tight. Her cheek presses against his back for a second, and she ignores how they both reek of gasoline and fire in favor of kissing at the back of his neck.

It's nice to take a moment just to hold him, even if he winds up pulling away.]

I'm not sure if I can stay on the bike that long. Is it okay if we have to pull over somewhere so I can rest?