I shrug. “We’re not much different than we were.”

“I’m not sure about that. You went and grew these.”

She runs her fingers over my abs. I shiver at her touch. She’s the only one I ever want to touch me again.

“I can get rid of them if you want. You just need to keep feeding me that comfort food.” I laugh.

“Don’t you dare.”

“Those take a lot of work, I’ll have you know.”

“I’m sure they do.”

With her index finger, she traces around them. My cock’s rock-hard again, and she’s completely oblivious to what she does to me.

“Delaney, you really need to stop that.”

Her eyes are wide when she looks at me. “Why?”

“Because if you don’t, I’m going to roll over and fuck the shit out of you.”

She laughs.

“When you touch me, I lose all sense of myself.”

Her expression grows serious. “Really?”

“You still have no idea just what you do to me.”

Her eyes are so full of affection that it warms my heart.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m not sure I have any energy left, so if you want to fuck the shit out of me, don’t expect much in return.”

Laughing, I kiss her hair. “Maybe we should just talk for the rest of the night.”

“That sounds good to me.”

I lick my lips. “Why did you name her Amelia?”

Delaney’s expression softens. “Remember our first date?”

“How could I forget?” I’m still confused, but she takes a breath and continues.

“You took me to see the Los Angeles Maritime Museum, and then we got lost because you were too stubborn to look at your GPS. And you wouldn’t listen to me.”

I laugh. “No, I told you then, we were looking at houses we might live in one day.”

She cocks an eyebrow. “Whatever. Anyway, we realised it was a cul-de-sac, and you finally pulled over to look for directions. And when they came on screen, you were so excited, you leaned over and kissed me. It was so hot.”

I remember that day. She was so frustrated with me, but I was being the big macho I-don’t-do-directions man. And by the time we pulled over, her nose was all scrunched up, she was so pissed, and it was the most adorable thing I’d thought I’d ever seen. I was already smitten, but her angry face was so cute.

So, I’d leaned over and kissed her before taking her home.

“What does that have to do with Amelia’s name?”

Delaney palms my cheek. “We had our first argument in Amelia Avenue. And our first make-up kiss.”