Sinners Anonymous (Sinners Anonymous, #1)

by Somme Sketcher

But that’s the thing about lines in the sand. Eventually, they wash away, and you can’t remember where you drew them.

“Out of all my sins, you’re my favorite.”

“What I want, is for you to be happy.” I’m about to let out a snarky retort, but he cuts me off by fisting my hair and clamping his lips against mine. “Not just regular happy. I mean really fucking happy,” he growls into my mouth, palming my ass to pull me on top of him. “Can’t stop fucking smiling, don’t want to go to sleep because reality is better than your dreams kind of happy. I want to make you so damn happy that you shit sunshine and piss rainbows and people think you’re as high as a kite when you walk into a room.”