Chapter 91 Desperate Measures

• ⊰ Marcel ⊱
• I sit on the sofa, the leather cool against my skin, watching the gentle rise and fall of Mercy’s chest as she sleeps. It’s been an hour since I pulled myself from her warm embrace, my mind too restless to allow me the luxury of sleep.
• As I sit here, the events of last night replay in my mind, a vivid reel of passion and desperation. The way Mercy clung to me as we made love at 2AM, her body molding to mine like we were two halves of a whole, finally reunited. The way she felt in my arms, so soft, so perfect, like she was made just for me.