She walked up to him and tugged on his shirt’s hem, pulling him closer. “You keep that up and you’re going to find yourself in an ill-advised relationship again, Daniel Collins.” She pulled back, her brow furrowing. “That is your real name, isn’t it?”

“Yes, that’s my real name,” he said. He leaned forward and rested his forehead on hers. “And there is nothing stopping us from being in a relationship anymore. We’re free and clear.”

“Are we?” She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Yes.” He nodded. “Is it too soon to admit that I am completely in love with you, Samiah Brooks?”

“Hmm, I’m not sure,” she said. “I’ll have to wait until London and Taylor get back and ask them what the boyfriend project handbook says about that.”

He arched a brow. “The boyfriend project?”

“I’ll explain later. For now, just kiss me.”

Epilogue

Epilogue

Are you sure this recipe calls for a fourth cup of chili flakes? That seems like a lot.”

“I’m sure. Buldak literally means ‘fire chicken,’” Daniel said. He gestured to the small jar of deep red paste. “And when it comes to heat level, the chili flakes have nothing on the gochujang over there.”

“This dish is going to kill me,” Samiah said, experiencing true fear as the delicious-smelling sauce gurgled in the saucepan.

“I thought you said you liked it spicy. Don’t wimp out on me now.” He leaned over and placed the sweetest kiss on her lips. “You’ll love it, I promise.”

She would probably end up in the ER, but she’d deal with that disaster if it came to pass. Whatever the outcome of their meal, it would be worth it just for the opportunity to watch Daniel Collins’s sexy ass go to work in the kitchen. Having a man who cooked was one thing, having a man who looked like that when he cooked? That was #lifegoals. She’d reached an entirely new level of living her best life.

“What time is your flight tomorrow?” Samiah asked, unable to suppress the poutiness in her tone.

“Six.”

“In the morning? You’re not expecting a ride to the airport, are you?”

His head flew back with his crack of laughter. “If I was planning to ask you, I guess I have my answer.”

She moved to stand behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her cheek on his leanly muscled back. “I’m one hundred percent down with being the supportive girlfriend, but I don’t do early mornings.”