Page 37 of Beautiful Sinners

“Tá mé i ngrá leat.” I love you.

I know he doesn’t understand what I said, but I hope he feels it in the frenetic beating of my heart.

Hendrix stills. “What?”

With shaking hands framing his face, I touch our lips together in the barest of kisses.

“Can you hold me?”

His kiss-swollen lips open, then close. I can’t decipher the thousands of emotions that cross his face because they change swiftly. Any form of tenderness wasn’t something we were given growing up. Even Papa, as much as he loved me, was never tender or affectionate.

“Of course,” he says, rolling to his side.

His arms close around me at the same time mine wrap around him, and he buries his face in my neck. My fingers dive into his soft blond hair, gently massaging, and he sighs contentedly as every ounce of tension seeps away with each stroke of my hand.

I’m facing the door and glance over at Constantine and Tristan, who have been barricading the doorway with their bodies. I knew they were standing there the entire time. We share a look that speaks volumes.

“There’s enough room,” I tell them.

Constantine pulls the door closed when he and Tristan step inside, and they join us on the bed.

CHAPTER 13

I feel a hand squeeze my calf and blink my eyes open to see Evan at the foot of the bed.

“We’ve landed.”

“We have?” I sleepily ask on a yawn but can’t move because I’m wrapped around Hendrix, half-lying on top of him, with Tristan at my back, and have Constantine’s arm thrown across our middles from the other side.

With as much as I detest flying, I’m surprised I slept through the bumpy descent and touchdown on the tarmac.

Tristan grumbles and starts to stir, which creates a domino effect and rouses Constantine and Hendrix.

“Car’s waiting outside to take us to Falcon Tower. Candace left you some of her clothes to change into. She put them in the bathroom.”

Clean clothes that aren’t sweatpants in men’s sizes would be fantastic.

“Tell her thank you.”

Evan’s thumb brushes across my ankle bone. “Will do.” He seems nonplussed when he gets three male scowls aimed at him. “I’ll meet you outside at the car.”

Constantine rolls off the side of the bed to give Tristan room to sit up.

“Yourcousinneeds to watch it.”

I don’t reply to Tristan’s remark and focus my attention on Hendrix. His startling eyes are slightly bloodshot from sleep.

“Hey.” I kiss the hollow of his throat.

“Hey back.”

Constantine returns from the bathroom, holding the clothes Candace left for me, and I crawl over Tristan, planting a kiss on his lips along the way.

I take the bundle from Constantine’s hands, raise high in a stretch so I can plant a swift kiss to his lips in thanks, and trundle into the adjoining bathroom to change clothes. The mirror reflects the horrible state of my hair. It’s naturally wavy which means it frizzes at the slightest amount of humidity. I take the rubber band I found at Cillian’s from my wrist and quickly pull my thick tresses up into a ponytail.

“Can we make a stop somewhere for food?”

With the plane safely on the ground, my stomach has settled and is happily reminding me that I didn’t eat much of the food Cillian fixed for us.

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