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Percy

Saturday: 4:40Pm

I’m breathing hard—harder than I should be.

The hairs on the back of my neck are standing like skyscrapers.

My heart is racing like a Formula One race car.

Even my palms feel sweaty.

I’ve never experienced something like claustrophobia before. Fuck, I don’t do phobias at all. Unless you count gamophobia—read that as a fear of commitment—then I’m your girl.

But being in that museum with Anton made me feel as though the world was shrinking around me.

I had to get out of there.

I take a moment to bask in the warmth of the sun. A cool breeze washes over me like a gentle wave of soothing relaxation.

Being outside reminds me that the world isn’t closing in around me.

My heels clack against the pavement as I try to put as much distance between Anton and myself as possible.

I remember everything that has happened between us.

And, let me say this, it’s fucked up.

Sure, I’ve always had a soft spot for Anton. How could I not?

My Silver Fox is well-traveled, educated, charming, and a fucking prince, to boot. Throw in his god-like physique and baseball bat-sized cock and you have the total package.

So yes, I’ve had a soft spot for him from day one.

But actually falling in love!?

Fuck. No.

I don’t do the romantic kind of love.

That’s not who I am. Itcan’tbe who I am.

Yet, I remember telling him I love him.

I don’t remember how that happened.

It’s just a long time coming. As if all the little moments over the years have kept adding up until he slipped past my defenses like a fucking love ninja.

There’s a reason I’ve always kept my lovers at arm’s length.

It was so this kind of bullshit doesn’t happen.

Go figure that the princely Silver Fox would be the one to weasel his way in.

“Percy, wait!”

What the fuck?!

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