Page 60 of Sinful Little Lies

“You really did it? Is this a vial of your blood, little monster?” He asks and I nod my head slowly. I thought it was impossible for his smile to grow any larger, but Grimm has consistently proved me wrong in so many of the best ways, I shouldn’t even be surprised.

Without hesitation, Grimm slips the chain over his head and the vial sits perfectly over his heart. His eyes meet mine and they’re filled with lust but also, earnest and genuine happiness. “No one has ever done anything like this for me. I love it.” His confession tugs at my heartstrings. Knowing his childhood was rough and he felt alone majority of the time, makes my heart ache. It only drives my point to make him feel just as loved as he does for me.

“There’s one more thing,” I say with more confidence. The loss of my nerves makes room for the excitement coursing through me. I walk to the painting sitting in the corner of my room. I hold it so the art is facing me, hidden from Grimm’s line of sight. When I reach him, he’s sitting on the bed with a huge grin plastered on his face, his fingers twirling the vial.

“Careful now. My ego may blow up if you start showering me with gifts.” He chuckles. “My birthday isn’t for another few weeks.”

His birthday. Shit, I didn’t even know his birthday was coming up. For all I know about him, his birthday never came up in conversation.

“This has nothing to do with your birthday and everything to do with how much I love you. I want to show you that. Though, you’re probably right. Your head is already so big, I’m afraid if I keep it up with the gifts, you’ll topple over from the weight of your ego.” We bust out laughing and when the laughter calms down, I clear my throat. “Okay, ready for the reveal?”

He nods and I spin the canvas around. His eyes fly to the image and butterflies begin doing summersaults in my stomach.Please, love it. Please, fucking love it.

“Verena, this is beautiful. Is this supposed to be us?” He asks.

“Mhm,” I return and point to the name of the painting on the lower left corner underneath my signature.

“Eternal Lovers,” he reads out loud and sits back on the bed as he swallows hard. His eyes meet mine, and by golly fucking gee, a tear slips out of the corner of his eye. “It’s perfect. I love it. Thank you.”

Taking the painting from my grip, he places it against the wall and stalks over to me, gripping underneath my thighs and picking me up. My legs wrap around back and he holds me close as he peppers kisses along my neck, whispering sweet nothings into my ear.

Our food arrivesand the family night begins. We stuff our faces and watch movies until our eyes forcibly shut. Nothing feels as peaceful as this.

I found everything I’d ever need in Grimm, my killer Prince Charming, my dark happily ever after.

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GRIMM

She did it.She actually fucking did it. I have the privilege of wearing her blood around my neck. The vial lays overtop my rapidly beating heart.

The heart that only beats for her.

Our night together was just as amazing as every other night that came before it, but there was something special about those moments. The painting, the necklace, movie night in V’s bed with one dog between my legs and the other between hers. It all felt so fucking right.

My phone buzzes uncontrollably and I pull it out to see what the fuck is up.

Text messages from my dad, Verena, and Eli come through all at once. I open V’s thread first.

Verena

Hey, Flame was sick this morning, not sure what happened. She was acting a little weird before I left for class. Whenever you can, swing by my place and check on her, please. Key is taped underneath the mailbox.

Me

Sure thing, pretty lady. Weird how?

Verena

She was really lethargic. She’s usually super pumped in the morning. Plus, I had to get up twice throughout the night to fill up her water bowl. I checked for a spill, but there was nothing.

Me

Okay, I’ll keep you updated. I love you.

Verena

Thank you. I love you more.

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