Page 132 of Sinners' Appetite
“Her color is coming back a little. She stopped crying too.”
“Good. How’s her breathing?”
“Seems to be slowing a little.”
I manage to turn my head slowly in their direction, noticing the devastated look on Dean’s face as he stands with his back against the wall, looking over at me.
“She’ll be fine, Malachi,” Sammi says. “I’m glad you called me.”
“I’m glad you knew what to do,” Malachi says, smiling at me as he runs a cold washcloth up my back and down my chest.
I close my eyes and clear my throat. “I’m okay…” I whisper, barely able to push the words out of my mouth.
“She’s talking now. Thank-you, Sammi. I don’t know what she would do without you.”
“You’re welcome. Tell her to call me when she’s feeling better.”
“Will do.”
Malachi ends the call and leans in to place a kiss on my shaky lips. “There’s our girl…”
“I’m sorry…” is all I can manage to say as the cold water around me starts to burn at my nerve endings.
“Don’t you dare apologize, baby girl. I’m sorry that I didn’t know how to handle it.”
“Is there anything you need?” Dean speaks up, pushing himself off the wall and kneeling next to the bathtub.
“I don’t think so. I’m scared to go back to sleep though.”
“Then don’t. We can make a spot down on the beach, the fire is still going strong,” Dean suggests.
“That might be nice, actually. Some fresh air and warmth…”
Malachi helps me out of the tub and dries my body off with a towel while Dean runs back into the main room, fetching a warm throw blanket and wrapping it around me before they lead me outside and down to the beach.
I feel the warmth of the fire almost immediately, so I step closer, hugging my arms around myself while the guys carry a bench over for me to sit on.
“This is so nice.” I pull my knees up to my chin and wrap my arms around the front of my legs.
“I hope we didn’t have anything to do with that panic attack. I think we’ve overwhelmed you a little…” Dean says, his voice ridden with guilt.
I shake my head. “No, it happens sometimes. Usually I remember the dream though…or should I say—nightmare…”
“Still—we should take it easy on you. At least for a couple of days.”
I let out a disappointed sigh. “But—I don’t want that. I love being with you two.”
“Speaking of that—” Dean starts to say as he and Malachi sit down on either side of me. “I wanted to ask you two something…”
“Yeah?” Malachi turns his head toward Dean.
“What if—what if you two stayed here for the summer?”
“I haven’t even started unpacking anything at home yet,” Malachi says. I reach over and place my hand over his mouth, hushing him.
“I think that sounds like a damn good idea, Dean. I think what Malachi was trying to say is…sure, we’ll stay. Fuck unpacking.”
Malachi grabs my hand and kisses the top of it. “Is that what you want? You wanna spend the summer being used and abused by our cocks every day?”
