Page 51 of Sinful Little Lies

She gets up and retrieves a preroll of her desk, bringing it back into the bed and sparking it. We watch the movie and smoke in silence until she speaks again, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I think this is the first time in my life I’ve felt absolute peace since I was born.” She chuckles and when she looks over at me, I can’t help but join in on the laugh.

“Me too, little monster, me too.”

31

VERENA

For once in my life,I have no complaints. No notes, chef’s kiss, all the good things. Grimm and I spent the last week in bed, only leaving the house for walks with Flame. He cooks us breakfast every morning, orders lunch from my favorite Spanish restaurant in town, and then chefs it the fuck up for dinner. I don’t have to lift a finger or strain a single muscle. Hewantsto cook for me. Hewantsto be there for me.

And I want to bounce on his dick later because of it. It’s the simple things.

We’ve been at each other nonstop, like it’s fucking mating season and we’re a couple of rabbits. We fell into such a nice routine over this last week. It’s given me a glimpse at what life would really be like with Grimm, without roommates and secret societies and art projects to worry about. There’s no weird brothers or psycho ex-boyfriends. Just Flame, Grimm and me.

He’s been acting funny for the last two days, though. I heard him murmuring on the phone earlier this morning but I don’t know who was on the other end. His usual goofiness has dialed back and I’m unsure if he’s having second thoughts about us getting together or if I’m just overthinking it.

Grimm left this morning to grab more clothes and things from his place and I’ve done nothing but think of him since he’s been gone.

He ignited something in me creatively, and in our down time, I began drawing again. It has felt so nice to have my spark back. I can’t recall the last time I was this happy with my life. Maybe when I first came to Blackwood, maybe even as far back as before Ronnie was diagnosed.

It’s been a fucking while.

My phone lights up and I snatch it from the nightstand, and align my face with the screen. It unlocks to my thread with Grimm where a new text awaits my response.

Grimm

We’re going on a road trip. Pack for a week and be ready in an hour, pretty lady.

Me

Where to?

Grimm

No questions. Somewhere sunny.

Me

Yes, sir.

Grimm

Mm, can’t wait to hear those words from your lips.

Miss you. See you soon.

An hour later,Grimm pulls up in front of my house and rings the doorbell. My bags are packed, Flame’s things are ready to go, and all that’s left is to pack up the car and go.

I shout, “It’s open!” and Grimm flies inside, slamming the door.

“And why, exactly, is it open, Verena?” He speaks, his tone harder than usual.

My brows furrow and I turn around to meet him in the hallway but he’s already crowding my doorframe. “What’s wrong?” I ask.

“What’s wrong? Your roommate was literally kidnapped and then attacked in this very fucking house. Locked windows and locked doors unless I’m with you, please. I don’t want anything happening to you.”

I nod and my heart blooms. His protective nature forms a ball of butterflies in my stomach that travel lower and lower until it reaches the apex of my thighs. Grimm grabs all our bags and Flame follows him out of the house and to the car.

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