Page 89 of Sinful

PS- You make the best macaroni and cheese.

I swallowedhard and reread her note before scrawling a reply back to her on it.

Siren,

I would love to watch a movie with you, and if you’re feeling up to it, I could teach you how to make that macaroni and cheese.

I want to move forward too. It’s just. . . a lot. I struggle. It’s easier writing that rather than saying it. It doesn’t hurt so much that way.

Anyway, I look forward to seeing you tonight.

I’ll bring a notebook with me so we can talk if you’d like.

Yours,

Sinful

I stareddown at my note to her, my heart in my throat. I knew it was only a note, but I’d never even remotely opened up like that to anyone before. I hope it didn’t come back to bite me in the ass. The bell rang then, signaling the end of class, and I got up. When I reached the door, I spotted Bryce in the hall.

Quickly, I pushed my way through to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

He turned, a copper-colored curl bouncing on his forehead, his hazel eyes wide. Maybe he expected to get punched or something. I had no idea. In fact, I didn’t even know why he was here. He seemed rather normal and boring.

“Hey, I need you to do something for me,” I said, clutching the note tightly in my hand.

“What?” He visibly tensed.

“You’re in Sirena’s class next, right?”

“Yeah. Why?”

I held out the note to him. “Make sure she gets this. Don’t fucking open it, or I’ll break your pretty face. Got it?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I got it.” He took the note from me and put it into his pocket. “That it?”

“Yes. Just. . . make sure she gets it.”

He nodded, and I stepped aside from him to pass through. I watched him go, really hoping I wouldn’t have to kick his ass.

BRYCE

Iclutched the note Sin had given me and went to class to find Sirena already seated. Carefully, I moved past the throng of standing students all chatting and went to the seat next to her.

“Hey,” I greeted her.

She turned and offered me a smile, which made me relax. After the events at the watchers’ house with her freaking out, I hadn’t been able to talk to her. She’d avoided me, or I’d been out of class, doing mundane office things. My grades were the highest at Chapel Crest, so it was nothing for me to randomly be pulled out to do office work for the lazy women who should have been doing it.

I licked my lips. “Sirena? Uh, Sin gave me a note for you.” I pulled it out of my pocket and handed it to her. Not wanting to get Sin’s fist implanted in my face, I hadn’t read it.

She took the note, her face brightening.

My heart fell. She was going to give him the time of day after he’d screwed up with her and that damn mausoleum shit.

But I didn’t know why I thought differently. Sirena was a sweet girl, plain and simple. Of course, she had forgiveness within her.

I cleared my throat, watching as she read the note, her lips curling up higher.

My curiosity was getting the best of me now. She never spoke to anyone, so seeing her writing notes to a guy who tried to hurt her made me frown. And if I were being truthful, it made me have a little self-loathing because she certainly wasn’t giving me the time of day.

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