Page 28 of Scarred Sins

The breakfast I made is long cold, but it doesn’t matter. I’ll make her a new one, a better one. Anything her little heart desires will be hers. Except letting her leave. I can’t do that.

I take a shower, knowing that I need to look my best in front of her. Even the blow dryer doesn’t wake her up. Granted, I blow-dried my hair downstairs so she can get as much sleep as she needs. And now, I’m sitting in a chair across the bed, just observing how peacefully she’s sleeping.

If soulmates are real, she is mine.

She’s right where she belongs, in my home, in my bed, surrounded by my scent.

My ears perk slightly when a soft groan slips from her lips.

She tosses and turns for a while, her eyes fluttering open.

Evidently, she’s disoriented. Her nose scrunches, and it makes my heart swell. She slowly sits up, eyes puffy from sleep. She rubs them with the back of her palms, yawning. Her hair is sticking in every which way, messy, tangled, and falling down her back.

She blinks a couple of times, and it’s as if alarms start going off in her head. She starts panicking; her eyes widen, and then they land on me. Her lips part, and she’s breathing heavily, clutching the blanket on her body.

“Good morning, butterfly,’’ I softened my usually rough voice, trying not to spook her.

Immediately, she pulls the blanket up her body, scooting backward in the bed until her back hits the bedpost. I’m itching to go over and wrap my arms around her, but I restrain myself, remaining seated.

“You,’’ she breathes out, voice still laced with sleep.

That goddamn voice of hers sends shocks right down to my cock, and I shift in my seat, finding it uncomfortable to sit.

“How did you sleep?”

Blair struggles to comprehend the question, or rather, this whole situation. Her eyes skim through the room, taking in the interior and the new surroundings. She swallows a knot in her throat, eyes landing back on me.

“Where am I?”

“My home,’’ I elaborate. “You fainted last night.’’

“And instead of taking me home, you brought me to your place?”

“You’re the safest with me, so yes. To ensure your safety, I brought you home.’’

Blair rolls her bottom lip between her teeth, and I try my best not to stare. She’s having an inner debate, her brows narrowing at me, unwilling to lose the staring competition she started in the first place.

“Why are you doing this?” She whispers, barely audible.

“As I said,’’ I cleared my throat. “I want to keep you safe.’’

She brings her knees to her chest, hugging them tightly, resting her chin on top of her knees. “Am I just supposed to take your word for it?”

“Open the drawer to the left.’’

Her brows shoot up in surprise, and reluctantly, she reaches for the small bedside table, pulling the drawer open. She maintains eye contact while her hand rummages through the drawer, then her eyes widen significantly, snapping to the object in her hands as she pulls it out.

“You do realize that I could stab you in the heart with this, right?” She waves the dagger around.

“Cut my chest open, rip my heart out, and you’ll hear its final beats singing your name.’’

Instantly, the dragger drops from her delicate hand, landing on the soft carpet next to the bed. Blair blinks a couple of times, my words registering in her head, and she’s unsure what to say to the cheesy line.

Then, the most beautiful sound echoes in the room.

Blair laughs.

When she laughs, her eyes crinkle in the corner. The most beautiful, heart-tugging sound comes from her soft lips, head thrown back, deeply enjoying the corny line I used on her.