Page 159 of Sinful

Cautiously, I moved closer and rubbed my eyes. I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming.

“Angel.” Stitches came to me and kissed me quickly before taking my hand in his and leading me to the table. “We got up a little early to make you breakfast.”

He pulled my chair out and sat me down.

Sin looked at me and gave me a smile, his gray eyes filled with exhaustion. But he was alive.

He was alive, and he was here.

“I told you it would be OK,” Church said, coming and dropping a kiss on my forehead before going and grabbing a bunch of toast that had popped up and putting it on a plate.

I looked to Sin again.

He reached for my hand as he sat in his spot. They’d put a chair next to his for me.

“Hey,” he murmured, bringing my hand to his mouth and brushing his lips against my knuckles. “I’m sorry you were scared.”

I said nothing, not believing this was real. Maybe it was a lucid dream.

“It’s real,” Sin continued softly like he was reading my mind. “I’m here. I’m home.”

My heart soared.

I flung my arms around him, making him gasp at my sudden fierceness. It didn’t take him long to return my hug, dragging me against his body and rocking me.

“Baby,” he whispered over and over. “I’m home. I’m never leaving. You’re it, siren. You’re it.”

Our notebook was slid in front of us by Church. I reached for his hand as I broke away from Sin.

“You can thank me later,” Church said, his green eyes moving to stare at Sin. “Keep him in line. If he fucks anything up again, he really will die.”

“So dramatic,” Stitches said, shaking his head and putting a waffle onto his plate.

Church scowled at Stitches before throwing a piece of toast at him. Stitches whipped his waffle at him, smacking him in the chest, the syrup making the waffle stick in place.

“Motherfucker,” Church snarled before launching himself at Stitches as he fell out of his chair in an attempt to get away.

I watched them roll around on the floor together, each trying to shove the waffle down the other’s shirt and swearing at one another.

I looked to Ashes, who remained calm and continued to eat.

“Eat, baby,” he instructed while Sin poured me a glass of orange juice. “The boys will be boys. It’s how they are. Just step over them if they’re still going at it when you’re done eating. It’s what I do.”

I blinked at his words and looked back to the pair still wrestling on the floor.

“Ashes is right,” Sin said, dropping a piece of toast on top of the pair. Stitches grabbed it and tried to shove it into Church’s mouth. “They’ll be at it forever. Some things never change.”

“Eat,” Ashes urged again. “You’ll get used to it.”

There was a smile on his face as he exchanged a look with Sin.

So I ate while the brothers wrestled one another on the floor while stuffing food down each other’s shirts.

* * *

“What are you doing?”Church asked as he leaned against my doorway later that morning. I glanced over at him before reaching for my shoes to put into my bag. It was Friday. We had classes. I’d missed way too many of them lately and needed to go.

I didn’t get my shoes, though. Church took them from me and dropped them behind him before crowding my space and cradling my face with both hands. He tilted my face up to look at him.

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