LXXIII. Mercy
Marlene hated herself for leaning into the kiss.
He had his arms around her tightly, as if he couldn't bear to let go, and his hands tangled up in her hair, and it didn't matter that she was weak in the knees because he was holding her up.
"Wait," she said, pulling away. "Mercy! Just wait."
"Why?" he murmured. "If we're stuck loving each other forever, might as well make the best of it."
"Because!" She stepped back. "It's not - deep down, I don't really want you."