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“How come you never played in the NFL?” she asks. “You were always just as good as Bobby. And way hotter.”

I chuckle and take another meaty bite of cheesy melty goodness. “I just wanted football for the free ride to college. I never planned to actually pursue it as a career.”

“So many people would kill to be good enough to play professionally.”

“The lifestyle just isn’t for me. I’m not a huge fan of traveling, I hate fame and attention, I’m a private person, and I just love ranching. It’s what I’m meant to do.”

“I don’t have anything I’ve ever felt that passionately about,” Ashley says. “I mean, I like graphic design well enough, I’ve just never had a moment of, ‘this is what I’m meant to do.’ But I’ve had that feeling about a person.”

My heartbeat slows down, and I wonder if we’re finally moving away from our focus on pizza.

“Oh, yeah? When?”

“Twice, actually,” Ashley says, “In high school and then just recently.”

I swallow over a lump that is suddenly lodged painfully in my throat. “Care to elaborate?”

She clicks the stereo off and spins around in the seat to look at me. “It’s always been you, Gav. Whenever I’m with you, it just… fits. We fit. You feel like home.”

Jesus.

My fists squeeze the steering wheel, desperately trying to reign in the emotions threatening to spill out. It takes several deep breaths to ease the ache in my chest.

“Twin flames,” I manage. “That’s what you always called us.”

“And I meant it. I moved on because I had to, but I never forgot you. I’m guessing the Lindsay that Mark mentioned is your ex-girlfriend?”

“Yeah,” I acknowledge. “But there’s nothing there anymore. And no one ever compares to your first love.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not jealous,” Ashley says, but then she pauses. “Actually, I lied. Yes, I fucking am. Screw that bitch.”

I chuckle and she playfully pushes my shoulder.

“It’s my own damn fault, but I just hate the idea of you being with anyone else. Touching anyone else. Loving anyone else.”

“I’m not a huge fan of your ex-fiancé either,” I admit, wondering if this is Ashley’s way of telling me that she still loves me.

I’ll need her to just spell it right out for me though.

“Where are we going?” she asks.

“Anywhere,” I reply. “Just wanted to spend time with you and I love driving.”

“Let me make you love it more, cowboy.”

Fuck yes.

It’s go time.

Ashley unhooks her seatbelt and leans over the console to unzip my jeans. I tilt my hips the best I can to make things easier for her as my mind switches gears from pizza and chatter to sex in just a few breaths.

She palms me through my boxer briefs, and I can’t help the soft sighs of pleasure that escape as my dick stiffens in her hands.

My girl has always had a magic touch.

She was made for me.

“Do you want me to pull over?” I ask.