Blake bends down and laughs against my lips. “You’re still my little demon, Mercer.” He kisses me. “I’m so fucking proud of you. I told you I’d help you claw your way to the top, but guess what? You did it all on your fucking own, baby. I love you.” Holy, I love this man. “Thank you.” For seeing me and loving me anyway. For not ignoring me. For looking beneath my masks and understanding why I wear them. “I love you with no buts, Blake Carter.”
