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As she moves to settle into the back seat, I swiftly stop her plan. I scoop her up effortlessly and toss her over my shoulder. I resist the urge to slap her ass as I carry her around to the front passenger side. She weighs nothing more than a feather.

She pounds her fist against my shoulder blade, demanding I put her down. My smile grows.

I’m careful to ensure her comfort.

With my free hand, I open her door, settle her into the passenger seat, and slide the seatbelt across her lap.

“I meant it when I said you could run, but that I would catch you every time.”

“Is this your way of getting me to like you?” Despite her anger, there’s a touch of amusement in her tone.

I suspect she also doesn’t want someone who gives into her every whim. We’re going to have a lifetime of fun.

Chapter 7

Shay

My loins are begging me to rub another one out after Jayce tossed me over his shoulder and forced me into the seat next to him. I resist the urge to squirm through the discomfort.

Ugh, Priscilla mentioned they can smell our arousal, and ever since I’ve been stupidly self-conscience about my loins and their reaction around him.

The cheesy grin on Jayce’s face confirms my body’s betrayal.

I’m reminded of my therapist’s advice when I’m stressed. I slip off my flip-flops. I shimmy my butt to the back of the seat and lift it while raising my back and leaning slightly forward.

Dr. Lanny’s visits give me hope. Hope that I’m still battling giving into Jayce.

I’ve had four out of twenty sessions with her.

Apparently, my body carries all my stress in my pelvic floor muscles. I have a tense vagina, which is the source of my sexual pain and why my vagina isn’t in the right place.

I’m determined to fix myself whether it’s for Jayce or some human male. The devil on my shoulder insists it’s more likely some other man will experience the benefits of my therapy.

If I keep up with my stretches and all the tips the doctor’s given me, my body will heal itself.

With Jayce’s face at the center of my thoughts, I haven’t missed a day of stretches.

“Are you okay?” Jayce asks.

“What makes you think I’m not okay?”

“You’re sitting funny. That doesn’t look very comfortable.”

I shrug. “My therapist suggested this position when I need to calm down.”

One day, I’ll probably have to admit everything to him, but not today. I’m fine with him thinking I’m seeing a shrink for now.

“I don’t want to be a source of angst for you.”

I don’t respond to his comment. What can I say?

Anjal and Priscilla whisper in the backseat. If I concentrated, I could make out what they are saying. I never understood how I could hear what other people couldn’t hear. Not until I learned advanced hearing belonged to me because of my demigod heritage.

It annoyed me I overheard things I shouldn’t have. At some point, I learned to tune the whispers out.

Knowing what I know now, it surprises me I never heard my parents discussing my adoption. It would seem they would have worried about me finding out and wanting to know where I came from.

I still haven’t confronted them. I don’t know how. And I’m afraid. I have so many questions, but will the answers really change anything?

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