Sinners Condemned (Sinners Anonymous, #2)

by Somme Sketcher

I hate being reliant on a man.

Same

Why the fuck am I grinning like an idiot? But then my amusement twists into something resembling jealousy and I don’t even know why. I don’t know what my Happy Ever After entails yet, but it won’t involve a man, of all things. Still, I can’t stop a single bitter sentence flashing behind my eyelids. Must be nice.

Hard same

My blood only grows hotter when Raphael unclicks his seat belt and shifts his body, subjecting me to all of his attention.

Gw nangis mau bgt

Although it was stupid to assume he’d touch me, the fact that he didn’t sends a violent shiver of disappointment down my spine. I deal with it the only way I know how: being a dick.

Shes so me wtfffff

Behind me, the office door locks. Twice.

I’d planned on punishing her for making me dwell on it all night, but then she emerged from her apartment building holding two cups of hot cocoa, her pajamas peeking out from underneath her puffer jacket. She slid into my car, handed me a cup in silence, then drank hers while staring sleepily at the dash.

AWWWWWWWWEEEEEE??!!!?!?

Six pairs of eyes stare at me through the windshield. None of them are hers, so none of them matter.

“Where are we going?” she murmurs. My hand slides off the steering wheel and finds her knee. “Home, Queenie.”

AAAAWWWEEEEEEE!!!!!!!