Page 58 of Sinful Little Lies

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I retrieve it to see my little monster’s contact lighting up my screen.

Verena

I miss you. Wish I was in your arms and not in class.

Me

Miss you more. Can’t wait to kiss you.

Verena

Yes, please! Kiss me to deathhh

Me

I’d love nothing more than that. Maybe choke you a little, rail you good, and then hold you gently in my arms before I kiss you to death.

Verena

That idea sounds like a 10/10. I’m in class until 4:30. Pick me up and we can walk over to my place. No one will be home this afternoon so we have the whole place to ourselves. After we have Mom and Dad time, we can have a family snuggle date.

My dick jerk in my jeans at her mention of family. The four of us create the only true family I’ve ever known. The only family to spark consistent joy in my life. The family I want to keep forever, same from pain and the evils of the world. The organ in my chest is sprung at the idea of a family snuggle date, but her referring to us as Mom and Dad did something else to me entirely.

I want nothing more than to worship her every inch, thank every god for her presence, her heart, and her soul.

With the anxiety in my chest growing, knowing I’d be with her soon, I confirm our date and take a deep breath, attempting to shove any negative thoughts out of my mind. I’d ask Eli for his help and we would figure it out together. I’ll do everything possible to keep Verena out of harm’s way. I’ll get all the answers I’m looking for even if I regret ever knowing.

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VERENA

Butterflies swirlin my stomach at the prospect of having family time with Grimm.

I never expected to use Grimm and family time in the same sentence, yet here I am.

It feels fuckingwonderful.

My art professor wraps up the lesson for the day and hands out pieces of paper that list the guidelines for our final assignment of the year.

With my spark and flow back, I’m thrilled to be able to create again. Sketches have taken up the majority of my notebook and when I’m not drawing, I’m pouring out words. Whether I’m writing in my notes app, on pen and paper, or behind my laptop, my brain fires ideas off one after another and I race to catch the ideas on paper.

I’m almost done with the first draft of a short story I’ve been writing. I’m thinking of having him read it tonight after I give him a little present I have waiting for him at the house.

He’s sneaky, but I’m sneakier.

I ordered myself a couple of those vial necklaces. Grimm doesn’t ask for much and I want nothing more than to give him the one small thing he did request. He saved me in ways I neverthought imaginable and I am forever grateful for my eternal lover. The other night, I swiped a knife from the kitchen and slid it across my palm.

The ruby liquid filled the vial quickly and after I reached the desired amount, I cleaned and wrapped the cut, then sealed the vial. My stomach flooded with butterflies both good and bad.

I really hope he was serious about this whole blood-on-a-necklace thing because I don’t think I’d ever recover if he wasn’t.

Along with the vial and the story, I want to show him the piece I created with us and our relationship as the inspiration. Tonight will be filled with surprises.

Back at the house,we walk the dogs, feed them their dinner, and let them roam free. The suspicious eyes they give us every time we walk into the room without them makes me double over.

They know what Mom and Dad are up to.

As soon as the door closes behind us, Grimm wraps his arms around my waist, picks me up, and tosses me onto the bed. I fall on my back and break out in another fit of giggles.

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