Sinner (Priest, #2)

by Sierra Simone

I’m a sinner with a dimpled smile and perfect hair, and I know how to make sin feel like heaven.

ok confidence king

I could watch that mouth move from a scrumptious little moue to a giant smile and back again for the rest of my life.

forshadowing

“Cold?” I ask, prepared to shrug out of my tuxedo jacket and hand it to her, but she waves me off.

a gentleman

I’m still your brother. I still love you. And God still loves you.” I snort. “Then He needs to try a little fucking harder.” “Sean—”

hahahahaha

Fuck a damn duck.

that's so funny

“Mom says that we’re only supposed to say things like ‘I’m sorry for your loss,’ but Ryan and me thought you’d want to know that Jurassic Park is on the TV in the basement.”

a 7 year old saying this to you at a funeral is so funny

“Did you bring a change of clothes?” I ask. “You’re more than welcome to wear my things, you know.”

gaddam

Zenny’s in a tank top and Winnie the Pooh sleep shorts and it looks like…like she’s unfolding a pillowcase? I squint at her, willing the scene to come together in some kind of logic because I’m like ninety-nine percent sure I’ve got pillowcases. I’m not Suzy Homemaker or anything, but I have accomplished “pillowcase” level of adult. And they’re really nice pillowcases too. I told my assistant to pick out something expensive, and he pretty much found the most expensive linens money can buy.

lollll 💀💀

“Should I buy new pillowcases?” I ask. “Did I buy bad ones?” I get the sense that I’m missing something when she holds her pillow in front of her mouth to hide her smile. “No, I’m sure they’re very nice pillowcases. But they’ll dry out my hair.” Dry out her hair? A slow-dawning horror washes over me. “Do they dry out my hair?” I try to surreptitiously catch my reflection in the decorative mirror behind her, wondering if my hair has been slowly drying out over the last year and everyone has been secretly judging me for it.

hahahaha