Page 184 of Sinful

Open. Open your eyes and just face it. OPEN YOUR EYES.

I snapped my eyelids open and stared blearily around the room for a moment before I took in. Sin curled against my body, his face buried in my neck, his body shaking as he cried.

Every muscle screamed at me from not moving, but I managed to lift my hand and rake my fingers clumsily through his messy hair.

He pulled his head up and stared down at me, his gray eyes bloodshot from crying.

“Siren?”

I let my eyelids drift closed for a moment before I opened them and cradled his cheek, his rough stubble beneath my fingers.

“Sinful,” I whispered his name, my voice raspy.

“Oh, fuck. Sirena.” He dragged me to sit up before wrapping his arms around me and squeezing me until I almost couldn’t breathe. His lips peppered kisses all over my face before he finally released me.

“You’re back. You’re here.” He stared at me in wonder, like he couldn’t believe I was a real person.

I didn’t feel like a real person. In fact, my body felt foreign to me.

But I was here. Awake. Alive. Back.

“Y-you need to eat. You haven’t eaten in days.” His voice shook. I watched him grab the call button and hit it several times until a nurse bustled in.

“She’s awake. Get O’Brien. Get her food. Now,” Sin snapped. The nurse looked terrified but rushed away to do as he commanded.

I liked that he made people move like that.

In fact, it made me more than happy.

Sin laid me gently back against the mattress and stared down at me. “I have our notebook.”

I gave him a tired smile, desperate to just say my feelings and forgo the notebook. “I f-feel weird.”

“I know, baby.” Relief swept over his face at my words.

It didn’t feel right to speak.

“You haven’t eaten in days. You need food. You’ll feel better once you have some.”

Moments later, the doctor came in and went over me from top to bottom. I didn’t answer his questions. He was a nice man, but my voice wasn’t for him.

He seemed satisfied with me, though, and told Sin he still wanted me to stay the night. Sin agreed, and I didn’t fight it. I wanted the weirdness I felt to go away.

Or maybe I needed to adapt to it.

The lights hurt my eyes.

“Your food is here.” Sin moved so the nurse could put the food on the tray. Sin adjusted my bed a little so I was sitting up better.

The nurse didn’t stick around. She booked it out before Sin could give her a second dirty look.

I really did like him domineering and in power mode.

“Eat,” he said softly, lifting my spoon for me.

I parted my lips and ate everything he fed me, right down to the weird cold peas.

“How are you feeling? Better?”

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