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I kiss her nose. “I love your modesty.”

“Being awesome is a heavy burden.”

“Okay. No sex.”

Her shoulders relax. “Thank you.”

I frown. Did she think I’d push her for sex? Does she not know me better by now? Maybe it is better we refrain from the physical part until we know each other better.

Those are words I never thought I’d ever think. I’m enjoying a lot of firsts with Mercy.

“I won’t push you for sex,” I growl.

“It’s not you. It’s me. You might say I don’t have much impulse control when it comes to you.”

I grin. “When it comes to me? You can’t resist me.”

She rolls her eyes and pushes me away. “Do you want to go for a ride in the Shelby or is your ego too big to fit inside?”

I walk to the passenger door. “We might as well go for a ride since other rides are now off the table.” We settle in the car. “Speaking of which, how long are other rides off the table?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. I’ll let you know when I know.”

Is it possible to get instantaneous blue balls? If so, I have them. Mercy is going to test my control, but she’s worth it. I know she is.

“What about first base? Second base?” I waggle my eyebrows. “Third base?”

“Oh my god. How old are you again?”

“I’m thirty. Do you want to card me?”

“Kissing is okay. But no touching,” she orders as she switches on the car. Her eyes light with excitement as she revs the engine.

“I no longer care why you bought this car,” she says as she switches to first gear and we shoot out of the driveway.

I quickly don my seatbelt and settle in for the ride. I’m not an adrenaline junkie the way Jett is but I do enjoy speed.

But what I enjoy most of all is watching how happy Mercy is as she drives the muscle car. Her smile stretches from ear to ear and her eyes sparkle with excitement.

“Hold on tight!” She shouts.

Oh, baby, I am holding on tight. I’m going to hold on tight to you until you fall for me the way I’ve fallen for you.

Chapter 22

Busted – when you realize you weren’t fooling anyone

Mercy

I pull the curtain in the living room aside as I watch for Gibson to arrive. We’re going out on a date tonight. A real date. No more fake.

And I’m freaking out. What do you do on a date when sex and booze is off the table? Can we talk to each other for hours and not get bored?

Will Gibson still want me when I’m no longer a challenge?

A Hummer pulls into the driveway and stops in front of the porch. I rush to the front door. “Bye, Uncle Mercury. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

Don’t worry. I’m not actually leaving my uncle alone. Gratitude is coming over again in a little while.

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