"Morning beautiful," Baron rumbles against my ear as I stand at the stove. "I love it when you spend the night, Deli."

"I'm sure you do," I drawl, sliding the omelet onto the plate at my elbow.

"Thanks." He reaches around me and I smack his hand away from the plate.

"That's not for you."

"What?"

"You want food. Make your own."

"You always make breakfast. It's your way of saying thank you," he chuckles.

"That ends today. I'm tired of putting in girlfriend effort and not getting girlfriend perks."

"What does that mean?"

"What happened last night, Baron? At the bar?"

"He deserved that."

"Why?"

"Because he…"

"Hit on me? Showed interest," I supply.

"Did you want to leave with him?"

"It would be better than watching you. Would you have missed me if I had left? Or would you have continued flirting with Tits McGhee on the other end of the bar?

"You're jealous," he grins.

"I'm hurt," I snap. "There is a difference."

"You weren't hurting later last night," he smirks.

"I was caught up in the moment last night. This morning… I realize I'm just property. A hole to fill when you strike out everywhere else. It is a hurtful thought, Corbin. And frankly, I'm tired of putting myself in this situation. On second thought, take it," I shove the plate towards him. "I don't have much of an appetite this morning." Turning on my heel, I head towards the door.

"Deli. Deli. Delphi, stop."

"No, Baron. This is best."

"No," he growls, wrapping an arm around my waist as I reach the kitchen door. Dragging me back, he hoists me up on the kitchen table. "Did you ever think that I was flirting last night to make you jealous," he growls, positioning himself between my thighs. "Maybe I wanted you to feel as strongly as I do."

"And just how strongly do you feel about this 'friends with benefits' situation?"

"Friends with benefits? That's what you think we are?"

"Are you about to tell me we're not," I scoff. "What are we then?"

"Have you seen me with anyone else? Beyond flirting," he tacks on when I open my mouth. "Tell me when you've seen me take another girl home. You can't." He shoves me flat onto the table. "You want to know why that is?" He drapes my knees over his hips. The growing ridge in his sweatpants rubbing along me as he adjusts over me. "Do you?" He grips my hips tightly and I bite back a whimper, glaring up at him. He knows exactly what he is doing to me and I refuse to give him the satisfaction of a response.

"Cat got your tongue, Deli?"

I stick my tongue out at him.

"Do you want to know why?" His grip tightens around my hips. "Do you?"

"Why," I try to growl but it comes out entirely too airy.

"Because you are the only one I ever want to come home with," he smiles, nipping at my bottom lip.

"Right," I try to scoff.

"You are. You would see that if you actually paid attention. You're too busy keeping me at arm's length to see that I fucking love you. Why is that?"

"Let me up," I growl, trying to push my way up.

"Answer my question."

"Baron."

"Delphi," he grins, his eyes scanning my face.

"Let me up, please."

He adjusts up pulling me into a seated position but stays firmly planted in front of me.

"Move."

"No. Answer my question."

"Baron…"

"I just want to know why you refuse to love me. Refuse to see me or how much love I love you."

"Because I'm not someone to be loved," I snap. "Not by you or anyone else."

"Why?"

"Doesn't matter," I mutter, lowering my head. "I can't let myself to get too close…to anyone. I'll just end up hurt."

"I would never…" he tilts my head back up to meet his eyes again. "Never on purpose." His lips brush over mine.

Reaching up, I wrap a hand around the back of his neck deepening the kiss.

"I think you love me too, Dell," he mumbles against my lips. "You're just scared, aren't you?"

"Don't. Just don't. Just be with me. Just…Make me forget like always."

Sighing, he presses his forehead to mine. "Deli…"

"I am scared, okay. I'll…I can admit that. I just need you to make me forget that fear. Please."

Lowering me back to the table surface, "We will talk at some point."

"We will have to. Just not now."

He nods, wrapping his fingers around my legging's waistband.

"I promise, Baron."

Ripping my leggings down my legs, he raises an eyebrow at me.

"My new boyfriend is rough on my underthings," I shrug. "I have to go without sometimes."

"New boyfriend," he grins, his thumb finding its way against my clit.

"It is a very recent development. I'm still not sure he truly wants me," I pant, arching from the table.

"Shut your mouth."

"Make me," I grin.

Yanking me further over the edge before shoving his sweats from his hips. "Challenge accepted." He thrusts up into me harshly and I let out a squeal of pleasure as he sets a blistering pace. His thumb matching his rhythm against my sensitive bud.

"God, Baron," I moan. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," I chant as my orgasm rushes over me fast and hard. "God damn, Baron."

"That was fast," he chuckles draping himself over me, his hips never slowing. His lips ghost across my skin.

"Only you can do that to me," I groan, burying my face against his shoulder. "Only you."

"I know, Deli."

"I only want you for the rest of my life."

"Ditto."

"Fuck I love you so much," I cry, clinging to his torso.

His breathing hitches at my words. "Delphi…"

"I love you, Baron," I sigh. "I do."

His hips slam into me hard causing my eyes to roll. "Say it again, Baby."

"I love you," I smile, pulling his face to mine. "Always." Pressing a rough kiss to his lips, I try to put every emotion running through me behind it.

He groans into me as his hips still.

"Did you…"

"You know I did," I grin.

"I love you, Deli."

"I love you, Bare."

"Can I get my breakfast now," he grins.

"You clean the table. I'll clean myself and I'll get started on breakfast. Maybe naked."

"Deal," he smiles widely, pulling me from the table. Pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "Here's to the start of something great," he mumbles.

"That's the plan," I smirk, heading for the bathroom.