Page 90 of Beautiful Sins

Habit.

“Now is when you invite me in,” I say.

He stares at me in disbelief, stunned the woman he hit wants to be invited into his home.

But I guess I’ve changed in the last year too.

I hold his gaze, unflinching.

Finally, he opens the door wider and motions with a jerk of his head.

I follow him.

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