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up an idea or two, have you?” I cross my arms under my head and gaze up at her.
    “Yes, sir,” she says, her eyes ablaze. She rubs her hands along my biceps. “Maybe just a thing or two... and now that I’ve got the right partner... the perfect partner…” She leans down again and kisses me. “My sweet Jonas.”
    My heart leaps. “Sarah,” I breathe. I want to tell her. She deserves to hear it from me.
    She whispers right into my ear. “Madness.”
    I exhale and close my eyes.
    I know I should be happy to hear this word—she’s telling me she loves me in the exact way I’ve taught her to say it to me—the precise way I’ve trained her to say it so as not to scare me off. Love is a serious mental disease, I explained to her, over and over, quoting Plato—pointedly avoiding the more pedantic but direct route to the same message. I glance away, trying to collect my thoughts. I feel like I’m failing her with all my secret codes.
    “Oh, Jonas.” She leans down and peppers my entire face with soft kisses—the thing she does that makes me want to crawl into her arms and cry like a baby. “Don’t think so much. Thinking is the enemy.”
    “That’s my line,” I say.
    She nods. “Then you have no excuse.” She runs her fingers over the tattoo on my left forearm, sending a shiver up my spine. For a man to conquer himself is the first and noblest of all victories.
    I close my eyes. She’s right. I inhale deeply.
    She caresses my right forearm with her other hand. Visualize the divine originals. And then she runs her fingers from my tattoos to my biceps, to my shoulders, and across my bare chest, tracing every crease and indentation and ripple along the way.
    She’s right. I need to stop thinking so much. Love is a serious mental disease. Yes. Madness. Why am I freaking out about the exact words we use? The feelings are there, I know they are—for both of us. The words don’t matter.
    Her fingers migrate downward to the ruts and ridges of my abs.
    I exhale. She knows how I feel. With every touch, with every kiss, she’s telling me she does, and that she feels the same way. Why am I over-thinking this?
    “Hey, remember my ‘sexual preferences’ section on my application?” she asks.
    She means her so-called verbal application to the Jonas Faraday Club—the application she refused to write out for me in detail because she’s a royal pain in the ass.
    “As I recall, you summarized the entirety of your ‘sexual preferences’ with two little words.”
    Her fingers move to my belly button. “Jonas Faraday,” she says, poking me with her finger. She slides her fingers from my belly all the way up to my mouth and begins lightly tracing my lips. I kiss the tip of her finger and she smiles. I grab her hand and pretend to eat the sexy ring on her thumb like I’m the Cookie Monster. Her smile gives way to a giggle. She sticks her thumb in my mouth and I suck on it. She laughs with glee.
    “And that’s still one hundred percent accurate, ” she says, pulling her thumb out of my mouth. “ Jonas Faraday. Mmm hmm.” She leans down and skims her lips against mine. “But I think I’ve got a few... um... additions to my ‘sexual preferences’ section—ideas I’ve been stockpiling over the past three months. We’ll call it an addendum to my application.” She laughs again and kisses me full on the mouth.
    I feel like I’m holding a lottery ticket and she’s about to announce I’ve got the winning numbers. “What kinds of ideas?”
    She smiles wickedly. She knows I’m on pins and needles and she’s enjoying torturing me. “Well, I’m still formulating the exact specifications of my addendum,” she says coyly. “And you’re only on a need-to-know basis, anyway.”
    I frown.
    “But I promise you one thing, my sweet Jonas—whatever I come up with, it’s gonna bring you to your frickin’ knees.”
     

Chapter 3
     
    Sarah
     
    At Josh’s arrival, Jonas is a new man. Other than when Jonas