While I walked with Lenard back into my house, I realized something: I might not even be able to be with anyone but Merrick.
Since I’d met him I hadn’t been attracted to any other men. I hadn’t even really been able to admire any of the good-looking guys we’d met after him, despite Liv’s oohing and ahhing. I saw them, and I felt nothing. I saw Merrick, and I felt everything.
Leading the mosquito into my living room, I gestured for him to sit down on one of the couches. I sat on a couch across from him, leaning toward him.
“I need a favor,” I said.
Lenard’s head bobbed. “What’s the favor?”
“I need you to kiss me.” I paused, then corrected myself. “I need you to make out with me.”
“That’s hardly a favor. You could ask any of those guys, and I can promise every one would say yes.”
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