Page 9 of Sinners' Appetite
“How’s chicken caesar salad sound?”
My stomach growls at just the thought of scarfing that back. “Yes, please…”
“After you eat, you should get some rest.”
“Yes, mother.” I smirk.
She gets everything prepared, grilling the chicken to crisp perfection and serving everything to me with the dressing on the side, just how I like it. She knows me all too well. We’ve gone to lunch together and she’s been able to order what I want before I even get there.
“Hey, watch that tone of yours,” she laughs back as she sits down to eat her own salad.
Once we’re done, she walks me into my bedroom and places my phone and the remote within an arms length away. “Is there anything else you need?” she asks.
“Not that I can think of,” I reply, pulling my comforter up over me. “I’ll be okay, Sammi. You’ve already done for me enough already.”
“I’m not leaving. I have some writing to catch up on, so while you rest, I’ll be writing a story about demon slayers.”
“You’re working on that one again?” I ask, thinking back to when she first came up with the idea, and how excited she was to finish writing it.
Sammi has been an author for several years now, but life’s complications got in the way a few times, so she had to step back for a while. She’s been in tune with her writing lately though, which I’m so proud of her for.
Her and Jeremy were trying to conceive, but after a year or more, they stopped trying and went in a different direction with their lives. They vacation quite often, and I think that Sammi is content with the way things turned out.
“Yup! I have six more chapters written so far. I’m really enjoying the protagonist. I can’t wait for you to read it.”
I love everything she’s ever written. She has a way with words, that’s for damn sure.
Once she leaves the room, I roll over on my side and grab my phone. After a few minutes of scrolling through my socials, I can’t seem to keep my eyes open, so I finally give in and let myself drift off to sleep.
Woulditbeweirdto ask Jeremy for Nikki’s number?
My gut is telling me yes, but I have this overwhelming urge to just push my luck anyway. The last thing I want her to think is that I’m some creep that expects something from her after saving her. She owes me nothing. It was the right thing to do.
Though, if she finds out what I really did to her attacker, she might want nothing to do with me. In my defense, I didn’t mean to hurt himthatbad. I just acted on impulse to save Nikki. It’s not my fault that he had a soft skull.
I wonder if they found him yet?
I hope he rots there for a few more days at least.
“So, I decided not to charge you for the first month. I’ll reimburse you for whatever you have to spend on supplies to fix the place up,” Jeremy says.
“You don’t need to do that.” I reply. “It’s keeping me busy.”
“I know. I already talked it over with Sammi. She’s the one that suggested it actually. I think you’re her hero for saving her best friend’s life.”
“I was just in the right place at the right time.”
“Regardless, we just want to make sure you know how much we all appreciate it.”
If only he knew about the intrusive thoughts I’ve had about her since. She’s all I can think about.
“I guess I can accept the title,” I chuckle.
Jeremy gave me the go ahead on the changes, so after he leaves, I’m headed straight to the hardware store to get everything I need to get started.
I’m standing with the supplies all laid out in front of me, and I’m not sure where to start. Getting the half-wall built first might be enough to motivate me to do the rest. I’d rather build shit than roll paint onto a wall.
Maybe I should hire someone to do it for me. That would give me more time to complete everything else and I could be up and running sooner than I initially thought.
