Page 66 of The Sinner: James

It all started and ended in bed.

They either tried to please me too much or played games too much, and it got old fast.

You can only hold someone’s attention with sex for so long before things go to hell.

She looks at me.

“Eyes on the road, sweetheart.”

Her focus shifts back to the view, her lips tilted into a soft grin.

I soak in her toned arms, long fingers, full chest, and delicate neck.

A smile sets off her cheekbones, highlighting her intriguing eyes. Softness and sweetness are buried in her gaze, igniting my lust for her.

She has a streak of wildness in her that makes my blood simmer with hunger.

Her jaw is tense, and her eyes narrow with concentration while her fingers thread nervously through her hair.

She’s stronger than she thinks, yet she’s still only a girl.

“Take a right over there,” I say as large homes come into view.

She steers the car in that direction, moving her eyes over me.

“You look good,” she murmurs.

I bite back a smile.

“Focus on driving.”

“I do...” she says, swinging her gaze back to the road.

“So... Are you a writer?” I ask, finally setting the cigarette between my lips.

“I write. I’m not so sure that’s enough to make me a writer. It’s a history book, and it’s a little boring.”

I lower the window, blow the smoke out in a long stream, and rest my elbow on the car door.

“Why history?”

“I love it. Especially the Ancient Rome history.”

“Uh-huh... What would you really like to write?”

“Hmm… I don’t know much about the things I’d like to write about.”

“What things? Give me an example…” I murmur absently, staring blankly out the window.

“Love.”

“Love?”

I swing my gaze back to her.

“Yes. I think people like to read love stories. Don’t you?” she asks, fascinated with the topic.

“I don’t know...” I say, my smile flatlining. “I don’t think there’s much to it.”

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