Page 125 of Sinners' Appetite
He then reaches for a towel and places it on the side of the sink for me to grab. “Meet us at my cabin after you’re done. I’ll make you some real food.”
“Thank you,” I reply.
“Anything for you, pretty girl.” He winks, heading out of the bathroom.
I don’t know how I ended up here, with these two fine as fuck, gracious men, but I never want this to end.
They’re all mine.
Thenextmorning.
Once we’re dressed and ready for the day, we head over to Sammi and Jeremy’s cabin to check in on them and let them know that we’re heading out for a good portion of the morning. After a few knocks, Sammi answers the door, looking like she hasn’t slept for days.
“Good morning.” I greet her, trying not to laugh at the way her hair is knotted all to hell.
“Fuck. Is it morning already?” she sighs.
“We’re heading out on the boat. Probably be back in a few hours.”
“Sounds good. I’m gonna take a shower and try to wake Jeremy up. I had him up quite late…” she smirks, looking back at Jeremy spread out on the bed like he’s passed out drunk.
“Make sure you get some water into him…” I laugh.
“You bet,” she chuckles. “I’ll catch up with you guys later.”
We head down to the wharf and Dean starts to untie the boat from the post. It’s then that I suddenly remember the necklace. Jeremy has Sammi’s with him in their cabin, but I forgot to give Nikki hers.
“Hey, babe… I forgot something back at the cabin. I’ll be right back.” I smile, turning to head back from where we just came from. Once inside the cabin, I grab the velvet box from inside my suitcase and practically run back down to Dean’s boat.
“Close your eyes,” I say, taking a stance behind where Nikki is standing.
Opening the box, I hold the necklace up and unclasp it, bringing it around her neck to secure it. Her hands immediately wander to the vial and she opens her eyes, staring down at the crimson liquid inside.
“W-what is this?” she asks, confused.
“Take a guess… What does it look like to you?”
She twists her mouth at the corner and hesitates to speak for a moment. “A necklace? With… something in it?”
“Yes, but what do you think the something is?”
“Malachi—it looks like blood…”
I smirk and lightly chuckle. “That’s because it is.”
“Please tell me this is your blood?”
Shaking my head, I reach for the vial and hold it between my fingers. “Nope. Guess again…”
Her eyes widen and she lets out a soft gasp. “Paul? Is this P-Paul’s blood?” she stammers.
“Sure is.”
For a second, she almost looks disappointed. Rightfully so. I think I may have jumped to conclusions about how much she would actually appreciate a gift like this.
It’s rather… morbid.
“I don’t know what to say…” she whispers, her eyes locked on the vial.
