Page 37 of Dreamers Often Lie

“Do you want me to?”

I nodded slowly. “Yes, I think I do.”

“I wish you knew.” He frowned.

“I… Tell me why you want to go with me, and I will tell you why I want you to. Deal?”

“My real name is Mercy. Did you know that? It’s just as stupid of a name as the one I chose for Monty. But it’s mine. I guess I can’t really use it. But Mercy is still alive – just lost to his family. I think I’d like you to be my new family. You make me feel something that no one ever has, Ty – complete in a way I’ve never been before. And… come on, the sex with you is… When you were inside me it felt like you were made just for me, you know? You may be a hot, smug bastard, but I’m totally into it.”

“I think I love you,” I shrugged. “Whatever love is… I am pretty fucking sure that right now, it is all about you.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” I chuckled. “I guess IamRichard Gere and…”

“No, that would be me.” He crossed his arms and grinned at me.

“I am not Julia Roberts.”

“Well, I actually have the trust fund that I cashed out, so… I think that makes me Richard Gere.”

“What?” I was flabbergasted. Merc had a trust fund?

“My grandparents left me a trust fund that my parents couldn’t touch. I… I never had to do this, Ty. When I left home, I didn’t have to come to Monty’s. I told you that I did it because I wanted to. That was true. But it wasn’t out of necessity. I was bored and horny, I guess.” He shrugged.

“You were a bored rich kid? Holy shit.” I cackled. It actually made total sense when I thought about it.

“I needed to find out who I was, and I think I did. I found you.” He reached out and took my hand in his.

“God, I am Julia Roberts.” I groaned.

“But Julia Roberts as atop, I guess.”

“Wasn’t she always?” I cocked my eyebrow.

“I think I love you too, by the way.” I bent down and kissed him chastely on the lips.

“You wanna get out of here? The faster we get to wherever we go means I can stick my cock in you again.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

I took him in my arms and held him tightly. “I like kissing you.”

“I like you.”

Our mouths found each other, and I pushed my tongue gently against his. His smell made my head swirl with possibilities. Was this truly love? Only time would tell. But for now, there wasn’t anyone that I wanted to be with more than him – whatever new name he chose. We broke apart and walked over to the car I had just bought from a back alley.

“I think Richard would be a good name. I could call you Dick.” I laughed as I opened the door.

“Oh, I think you’re much more of adickthan I am.”

“Get in the fucking car. I think we have a future to find.”

We got into the car, and I started the engine.

“Where are we going?”

“Anywhere we want.”

I reached over and took his hand. For once, I believed we might actually have a future.

We never looked back.

The End