"I do too." Rekker kissed Bjorn's temple. "For keeping you safe until I found you and will fucking kill the next bastard who tries any shit."

It was meant to be sweet but the rage came through. This kind of closeness was going to cause Rekker to have an even more hairpin trigger when it comes to Bjorn than he already did. The grouchy ginger was a romantic and despite the wildness of his sex life a traditionalist of sorts when it came to relationships. He definitely brought flowers, gifts and nice dinners and the rest of the usual romantic things. Bjorn being male had barely changed anything in how he behaved.

"Sometimes." Rekker laughed because Bjorn certainly had his moments of near tantrum like behavior. "I love you too, bitch. Whatever time I've got left is yours."

Rekker hated the flavored lip gloss but he still pulled the Swede in, moaning into the kiss while pushing Bjorn onto his back. He broke the kiss with a chuckle. "You know you're hotter than the women I've dated?"

That was how it felt anyway. Maybe it was chemistry or something else but Rekker was so wrapped around the Swedish singer's finger.