Page 35 of I am Dressed in Sin (Death by Daybreak MC 2)
I end up doing exactly what she says, my mind spinning, gears and cogs ticking away.
It’s another three days before I see any of the men again.
When I do finally encounter one of them, it just so happens to be Sin.
He’s watering plants with a hose and singing under his breath. I hesitate in the doorway, wearing cut-off shorts and a crop top that I found in the bag Nellie brought me. She’s given me a week’s worth of clothes, at least, which is interesting. What’s also interesting is that the clothing inside the bag was … Posey’s.
When I first opened it up, I could smell her.
I ended up sitting there, holding one of her pink t-shirts, and wishing for Grey with my eyes closed. Where the fuck is he? All I can say is, he better be safe.
“What are you doing?” I ask finally, and Sin pauses, glancing over his shoulder at me. He seems annoyed that he was caught singing which doesn’t surprise me. I’ve thought for a long time that he had a beautiful voice, one that was wasted on the club, but now that I’ve heard it for myself, I wonder if it isn’t too pretty for the world.
I could capture that voice in a jar and keep it for myself, like a firefly.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” he snaps back at me. We have the same defense mechanisms, me and Sin, so his gruff tone doesn’t bother me. “I’m watering.”
I pop out a hip and rest my fist on it, watching as Sin’s eyes rake over my body and then pause on my ruined legs. My palms took a similar beating during the fall, but they’ve healed up nicely, just a bit of shiny white scar here and there. My legs, on the other hand, didn’t fare so well …
He lifts his silver eyes back up to my face.
I wait for the disappointment, or the disgust, but I find neither of those things. The heat that’s always been between us flares brightly, a cosmic flicker in his eyes before he turns away. Shame fills his expression, like he’s tasted the taboo all over again. Like I’m fifteen and he’s twenty-three, and we’re kissing in the cemetery.
“I’m eighteen now,” I tell him with a dry, caustic tone. I move over to stand beside him, watching as he chucks the hose into the grass and turns to face me again. “You don’t have to look at me like a forbidden fruit anymore.”
Sin reaches up to rub a tattooed hand against an equally tattooed throat. He’s frowning at me now with that sharp mouth of his. I’m tempted to reach up and trace his scar with my thumb, but I have a feeling that if I did, he’d bat my hand away.
“You’re engaged to Beast,” he tells me, and I can’t help but laugh. The sound seems to infuriate him, and he lifts the edge of his scarred lip up in a growl. “It might not mean anything to you, but I’ve broken enough covenants lately that the ones that remain have become sacred. I won’t look at my brother’s old lady like—” He cuts himself off and turns away, marching through the grass in his boots as I trail behind.
“You’re angry with me?” I ask him as he squats low and turns off the spigot, cutting the flow of water. For a minute there, he doesn’t answer me, just remains as he is in a crouched position.
“Of course I’m angry with you,” he says finally, standing up and turning to look at me. We’re far too close. No normal people stand this close to one another unless they’re lovers. I suppose, in a sense, we are. Or maybe we were just fuck-buddies? I’m not sure. “You stole that kid—”
“You know why I had to do it,” I whisper harshly, and Sin sighs, the sound as heavy as my aching heart.
“Not only that, but …” He trails off for a moment as he studies me with a guarded expression. “I can’t let myself entertain the sort of thoughts that come to mind when I look at you.”
He bends down, putting his mouth next to my ear. My eyes close of their own accord as his warm breath brushes against my skin, stirring my hair and making me wish he’d touch me with those sexy hands of his.
“They’re bad thoughts, Gidge. Horrible ones. When I look at your scars, all I can think about is how they’d taste, how it might feel if I ran my tongue across them.” He draws back and away from me, continuing deeper into the garden as I follow.
He lets me get into the shadows of a tunnel, created by carefully twisting tree limbs together, and then puts out an arm to stop me from going any further.
