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I know you’ve been alone in this forever, but you aren’t anymore. For whatever that’s worth.” He blinks, and his eyes gloss over even more. Then he gets mad. “Stop making me weepy! It’s not a good look on me!” “It’s a perfect look on you,”
“I don’t cuddle,” I say, backing up towards him. Backing up so far that my ass hits his groin and my back hits his chest. “I hate cuddling.”
Yes seems like it lol
I squint my eyes at Blake like he’s cheating on me even though I don’t do boyfriends and totally do not want him to be mine. I’m so good at lying to myself.
I want him to know that his fuck ups are my rewards. You, Mercer, are mine, and I want him to know it.
I know he hasn’t said it, and it’s way too soon to even feel it, but Blake Carter loves me. I can feel it. I think it’s his love and attention that has this new version of me clawing to the surface, fighting tooth and nail to break free so I can become someone who accepts his love and knows how to love him back.
“A smart, bratty little boy with so much fire, but no idea how to keep it burning. I’m going to make you burn, Mercer.”
“Thanks for… seeing me.” He smiles at me, still sweaty and exhausted. “I’ll never stop looking, Mercer.” I blush like an asshole because holy shit, he’s a romantic murderer.
Mercer Bentley is my only priority. Because I fucking love that little brat.
When he looks at me like this, I know he loves me. He hasn’t said it, and maybe he won’t, but I feel it. I feel him being the only person to ever truly care about my wellbeing, and me as a person. The real me.
“Losing you isn’t an option for me anymore.”
“Fuck knows how you did it, little demon, but you did.” His lips move against mine, kissing and confessing together. “Did what?” “Made me yours.”
I might have gotten it all out of his dirty hamper because the smell of him is such a fucking comfort and I needed it. I’m whipped.
I’ve never been in love before, and if this is how intense it is, call me a fucking goner, because there’s no coming back from this.
“What temperature do you like the thermostat at?” “Oh my god,” he groans. “Whatever you like it at! We both know I’m a fucking pushover for you.”
“I need you to do that thing where you smother me with your body and touch me all over while I sleep.” “You mean cuddle?” I scoff. “No.”
