If only she could read his mind like he could read hers, then she'd already know what he was thinking about her. That he'd been thinking about her since he left LA, that there was no one else. "That you are, little Miss Serafina," he teased, kissing her back, ending it with a kiss on her forehead before he closed his eyes. "I'm thinkin' this might end up bein' a more regular thing for us." His body didn't disagree with that at all. At her next words, he held her a little closer, not wanting to let her go, as if the feel of his body against hers could make any doubts she had go away. "Me too, darlin'. Me too."