Getting lost, and laughing in the car and in bed

This week has been crazy at work. Our team finally got our work done for a major software release.

It also helped that my guy has been at the office all week. We go out for lunch, which helps me stay sane while enjoying his company.

After lunch on Thursday, he drove us back to the office. We held hands, as usual.

"Did I tell you that I couldn't find my car in Dubai for an hour?" he asked me.
"Nope, you probably thought that I'd laugh," I replied.
"Well, it took me an hour to locate it," my directionally challenged guy admitted.
"How did you eventually find it?" I asked him.
"I walked around and around," he said, smiling.
"I liked when you told me about walking up the street from our hotel in Istanbul. You walked so much that you couldn't remember how to get back. You hailed a cab. I then laughed while we were cuddling in bed, you hiked up my panties and smacked my bottom a few times," I recalled.
"Yes, because you were a bad girl," he reasoned.

It was funny to me. I will risk getting a few smacks for the chuckle. It's who he is. He's my sweet guy.