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I pull on my jeans, not bothering with my briefs, and head to the door, still half-hard and completely satisfied.

The delivery driver is a kid who can't be more than twenty. He takes one look at me—shirtless, sweaty, hair a complete mess, scratches visible on my shoulders, and his eyes go wide.

"Uh, am I in the wrong room?" he says, holding out the bag like he's afraid to get too close.

"You’re not. Thank you." I take the bag and hand him a twenty. "Keep the change."

He nods and practically runs back to his car. I close the door and turn around to find Bree sitting up in bed, the sheet pulled up to cover her breasts, her hair a wild mess around her shoulders.

She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

"Still hungry?" I ask, holding up the bag.

"Starving," she says with a grin.

I walk back to the bed and set the bag on the nightstand, then climb in beside her. She immediately curls into my side, resting her head on my chest, and I wrap my arm around her.

"Thank you," she says.

"For the food?"

"For everything. For protecting me. For staying. For—" She hesitates. "For tonight."

"You don't have to thank me for any of that."

"I want to. Nobody's ever—" She stops, and I feel her swallow hard. "Nobody's ever made me feel like this."

"Like what?"

"Safe. Wanted. Like I matter."

I tilt her chin up so she's looking at me. "You do matter. You matter to me."

Her eyes shine with unshed tears. "We just met yesterday."

"I know."

"This is crazy."

"I know that too."

"But it doesn't feel crazy," she whispers. "It feels right."

"That's because it is right." I lean down and kiss her. "You were supposed to get on that bus. You were supposed to end up here. You were supposed to meet me."

"You really believe that?"

"Yeah, baby. I do."

She smiles and reaches for the bag, pulling out burgers and fries.

We eat in bed, naked except for the sheet she's pulled over her lap, completely at ease with each other in a way that should feel strange but doesn't.

Bree takes a bite of her burger and makes a satisfied sound. "Oh my God, this is amazing."

"Told you Mac's doesn't fuck around."

She grins and steals one of my fries. "You were right."