Page 68 of Aydin

“Your mess is my mess.”

“I’m serious, Aydin.” Amelia tried to stand, and I tightened my grip around her waist to keep her from moving.

“Stop running from me.”

“You should be at your business, sleeping with random women, not holed up with me every second.”

“I like being holed up with you.”

“Still.” She placed her hand on my chest.

“The only complaint I have is that I didn’t meet you sooner.”

“Doubt you’d have ever looked at me.”

“You’re wrong.”

“I’m not your type; we’re polar opposites.”

“You bring out the best in me and, sunshine, your radiance makes me want to be better.”

“Promise?”

“Always.”

“Are we going to your parents’ tomorrow?” She started to pull the food out of the bag.

“Yep, I need to talk to my brother. My mom wants to hang out with you again.”

Amelia popped a chip in her mouth.

“I’ve met everyone except your dad.”

“He’s way more laid back than my mom.”

“Funny, because your mom is more like you.”

“I guess you could say that.”

“So, I’m more like your dad.” Amelia pointed at herself.

“Which means it’s a perfect match.”

“If they’ve lasted this long, then I could see how opposites do attract.”

Once we gathered the napkins out of the bag, I sat next to her on the couch, and we ate in silence while the movie played. Two hours later, I had a hot bubble bath, wine, and her favorite candles lit, ready to relax. I sat behind her and ran a towel over her leg. I kissed the nape of her neck.

“Sleepy.”

Her eyes were closed.

“That feels good.”

I ran a towel across her stomach.

“The second we slept together, you haven’t slept alone since,” Amelia teased me.

“I like you in my bed.”

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