Page 107 of Endgame

“I don’t know. Maybe?” Blowing out a breath, she took a step towards me. “I need more than sex,” she admitted, blushing a little. “I’m not some girl who drops her panties to random guys. I’m not…like that.”

“I know.”

“Our parents are married,” she quickly rambled. “Even thinking about doing anything with you should be inconceivable to me. Us hooking up would be too complicated…”

“But?”

“But I can’t deny that I like you.” She blushed bright red. “I shouldn’t, Jesus, I know I shouldn’t, but I do. But I need more than sex from you. I need…”

“Friendship?”

Six nodded, eyes wide and full of uncertainty. “Yeah. I think I do.”

“Then you have it,” I replied gruffly. “Friend.”

“I’m serious,” she shot back. “You and I would need to be friends before I could even contemplate going further with you.”

“So am I.” And I truly was. “I can be your friend, Six,” I told her. “I can do that.”

She looked up at me almost hopefully. “Yeah?”

Fuck yeah.

Mercedes

WELL, MY RESOLVE certainly hadn’t lasted long.

What the hell was I doing?

Was I stupid?

This boy was going to break my heart.

I knew it.

It was freaking inevitable.

He was going to break me apart.

So why was I willing to go along with it?

Because you want him…

Rourke smiled down at me then, revealing those deep dimples in both cheeks, and I was lost to the fluttering sensation in my chest. With his hands on my hips, he walked us until my back hit the wall behind me.

“I’m really fucking happy about this, Six.” Rourke took another step and pressed his large frame to mine. “Can you feel how happy thisfriendsthing is making me?” he added, tone gruff and thick. His erection strained against me, making me feel weak with want.

Oh. My. God.

“And when you get bored of this?”Of me!“What happens then?” I forced myself to look at him when I said, “Do we go back to hating each other? You being an asshole to me half the time, and pretending I’m invisible the other half?”

Rourke looked at me for a long moment before slowly shaking his head. “I won’t do that to you again.” His voice resonated with sincerity. “And trust me, Six; you haveneverbeen invisible to me.”

I snorted. “Yeah. Sure.”

“I’m serious,” Rourke argued, eyes locked on mine. “I’ve been seeing you, Six. The whole damn time.”

Could I handle this? I had an obsessive personality and this boy was like crack to my body. “You make me crazy,” I admitted, unable to stop my body from trembling. Fear and anticipation flooded me.

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