Page 84 of Never Die for a Sinner
Uh-oh.
“No one said anything about sex.” He opens the door, a wicked smirk on his face. “Get in. You and I need to talk.”
LEVI
Ican’t explain it. It’s like I come alive when she’s near. She makes me think all kinds of crazy shit, I shouldn’t. Like how I can convince her to give herself over to me completely. Get her to agree to come to my cabin and never leave. Let me spend the rest of my days worshiping her in every way possible.
Then I give myself a reality check.
Ava is a passing fantasy. It’s exciting because for the first time in a long time, she’s different. She’s not throwing herself at me. She’s using me to get what she wants. It’s fucking exhilarating.
Soon, I’ll get bored and give her up. Until then, she gets to deal with the monster she created when she invited me to chase her through the woods.
Silly girl. She had to know it wouldn’t end there. Hunters don’t stop hunting just because they caught their prey.
“Where did you bring me?” Ava asks when I pull to a stop at the diner that sits on the outskirts of the city.
I cock a brow at her.
“You didn’t get out much as a kid, did you?”
She fixes me with a look, but I don’t give her time to respond before I climb out. She doesn’t move from the door when I come to her side, eyeing me warily.
“It’s a diner, Ava. Not a sex club.”
“I know that,” she snaps.
“Then let’s go. Unless you’d prefer to sit out here by yourself?”
“Fine,” she grumbles, and without thinking, I take her hand in mine. It’s a big fucking mistake because once I do, I don’t want to let it go.
The papers in my pocket threaten to burn a hole in my leather jacket the moment her soft hand fits into mine. Her skin is smooth and perfect, and so fucking tempting, I drop it the moment she’s out of the car.
She follows me up the front sidewalk and inside, where the air smells like it always used to. Like fried food, butter, and everything the media swears is bad for you.
“Take a seat wherever you’d like,” the nice, older woman on shift smiles at us, and I give her a nod, leading Ava to a booth near the back of the room.
What I want to discuss with her isn’t something I want everyone to hear.
“Cold?” I ask when Ava shivers, slipping into the seat opposite me.
“No,” she lies, and before I have a chance to call her on it, the waitress comes to take our order.
“Waffle sundae, please,” I answer before Ava can even get her mouth open.
She looks across the booth at me like I’ve grown an extra head.
“Good choice,” the woman smiles. “Anything else?”
Ava shakes her head, and she walks away with a smile.
“What the hell is a waffle sundae?” Ava asks the moment she’s out of earshot.
“You’ll see.”
“You brought me here for ice cream?”
“Who says it’s ice cream?”
