Page 107 of Loving Bad
"You're no fun," I said, hating the fact that he was right.
"Come on, I'll start the shower for you," he offered as he pulled me to my feet. I was still feeling tired, but I didn't want to skip the night out. With college and work, it was hard finding the time to be together, so I was going to make the effort to go out.
I followed Sin into our bedroom and opened the wardrobe to find something to wear. It was at times like these that I missed Jordan. She would always help me find something to wear. I chose an outfit and put it out on the bed. Sin walked out of the bathroom.
"Your shower is ready," he informed me and I kissed him briefly, trying to keep my control.
I went to take my shower as I thought about how lucky I was to have him in my life. For someone who had never been emotionally attached before, he was an awesome boyfriend. He was caring and thoughtful. Sometimes I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming.
When I got out, I dried myself and wrapped the towel around my body before I walked back into the bedroom. Sin was lying on the bed with his hands behind his head, watching me. The look he gave me made me smile. His eyes darkened at the sight of me in the small towel and I smiled seductively at him.
I knew if I dropped the towel, we weren't going anywhere.
"Out," I told him. He studied me for a moment before he let out a sigh and got up.
"You're no fun," he said, using my line on me, and I shook my head at him.
"I'll be out soon," I told him as he left the bedroom, reluctantly closing the door behind him.
I got dressed quickly and put some makeup on. With practice, I'd gotten better at doing my own.
"You're so hot," Sin said as I stepped out of the room.
"Don't look at me like that," I warned him as his eyes caressed me. I knew what he was thinking because I was thinking the same thing.
He reached for me and settled his hands on my hips, pulling me closer. He leaned closer to kiss me, but I moved my face so his kiss landed on my cheek.
"We need to leave now or we'll be late," I told him as I pulled away from him.
"Is Jeff coming with us tonight?" I asked as I followed Sin to the door.
"No. I'll be around so we don't need him tonight," he told me and I nodded.
That was one thing Sin had insisted on. Matthew had moved on to another job and, even though I didn't feel the need to have someone to watch over me, Sin had assigned Jeff to watch me. I never went out alone—Jeff was always with me. I liked Jeff. He'd saved my life and for that he had a lifetime friend in me.
Sin opened the door and I walked out. I felt the usual nervousness when I left the safety of the apartment. Even though I knew I had nothing to be scared of, I couldn't help the apprehension that filled me when I went out.
Sin reached for my hand and held it in his. His eyes met mine for a moment. He understood and he gave me a moment to take a deep breath. I knew with time it would get easier and that memories of what had happened with me wouldn't be so vivid in my mind.
Gently, by the hand, Sin led me down the hallways to the elevator. As we waited for it, I tried to hide my nervousness.
"Relax," Sin instructed as he studied me.
"I'm good," I assured him, giving him a weak smile. I pushed through my nervousness and fear, not allowing it to dictate my life.
He pulled me closer and put his arm around me. I leaned my head against him as we waited for the elevator. I had nothing to worry about. Eric was locked up and he couldn't get to me anymore. I had to remember that. I'd been stunned when Eric had pleaded guilty. I'd been so relieved I wouldn't have to go through with the trial and relive the horror of my experience. The press would have covered it because of my past.
It was only later that I'd found out Sin had somehow persuaded Eric to plead guilty. When I'd asked him, he'd refused to tell me anything. Maybe there were some things I didn't need to know. Instead of questioning him further, I'd thanked him. The stress of possibly having to go to trial had started to take its toll on me and I was thankful I didn't have to go through it.
After Eric had been taken into custody, he'd been given a psychiatric evaluation. It didn't take a lot to see that he wasn't mentally stable and after a while they'd figured out that his mental problems had been the reason why he'd become so fixated on me. Instead of going to jail he’d been sent to a psychiatric ward.
During the trial years ago, the stress of his uncle's part in the murder of my parents had taken its toll on his family and his once stable childhood had disintegrated. It had impacted him severely and his fixation with me had begun.
I didn't know why it had been me. Maybe it was because I'd survived the event that had torn both of our lives apart.
I wanted to be able to forgive him, but I just couldn't. I knew in some way it hadn't been his fault. At eleven, he hadn't been able to handle things, but that didn't diminish the horrific things he'd done to me. There was a chance I would never be able to forgive him.
"You sure you're okay to go out? If you'd rather stay at home, I'll cancel our plans tonight," Sin offered, looking down at me with concern.
