Page 8 of Sinful King
She’d obviously been expecting me and fell asleep. Everything except the silk bonnet, her eyes and nose were covered by the thick burnt orange duvet.
A simple glance at the woman I’ve loved since sixteen did something to me, something I had to avoid but didn’t have the energy to do at the moment.
Instead, I got in the shower, washed the day off then joined Blair in bed like the fiend I was.
“You’re here, Oisin,” she whispered, eyes closed as she slid close and rested her head against my chest. “I thought you’d leave me waiting forever.”
I closed my eyes and murmured, “Why’d you force my hand, Amoy?”
Not expecting a response, I let myself fall asleep. Tonight we could pretend.
Tomorrow not so much.
FOUR
sean
16 YEARS OLD
BLAIR (15 YEARS OLD)
She was exactlywhere I expected her to be.
“What’s wrong?” I handed Blair a food container my mother forced into my hands this morning and took up a spot beside her in the school courtyard. “Don’t push it away or Caroline will think I did something to you.”
I gazed over in time to see the barely there smile pulling at her lips before she schooled it. Since meeting her she’d become a big part of my every day thoughts and life.
“I can’t disappoint Caroline, can I?”
Her eyes met mine but only for a second—a second I wouldn’t forget.
“You can’t. And make sure you keep my secret about using her first name, too.”
That earned me a little chuckle and part of my job was done.
“Finn said you were fighting again.”
Blair scoffed and stuffed her mouth with pasta salad.
“Your brother is a troublemaker,” she said after chewing and swallowing. “And I wasn’t fighting again. It was an exchange of words with your girlfriend.”
It was my turn to scoff a little.
“Enlighten me on when I announced to you or anyone I had a girlfriend?”
She huffed and maneuvered her body to face me, crossing her legs and setting the container of food atop them.
“It doesn’t matter if you say it or not, O’Sullivan. The girl is obsessed with you. And because you speak to me and act all nice, she thinks I’m trying to steal you or whatever.”
Her eyes were avoiding mine even though I knew she wanted to look into them, to see what she’d been seeing for the last year since attending the same private school.
I loved Blair, even this moody version of her.
But her father had made it very clear to mine that she was off limits and I was inclined to follow that rule as was she.
“You know the truth, right?” I asked.
It was getting hard to keep up the facade but we were making do.
