Page 103 of Sins and Virtue

However, in pure Blair style, she tossed and turned, her restlessness making her wake up abruptly.

With half-lidded eyes, she asked, “W-what?” she said in a sleepy voice.

“Shush,” I murmured, attempting to put her back to sleep. “Relax, kotyonok.”

“Why are you in my bed?”

A chuckle stumbled from me. “Well, after you passed out while I fucked you and carried you back to your bedroom, I think that was the least you could do to thank me.”

She blinked repeatedly, observing the position we were in and how close we were, and she jumped to sit up. Her head nearly hit mine as I regrettably knew all the mushy-mushy was over, and I started to get off the bed.

“So… did last night… really happen?” she uttered, swallowing between pauses.

The tilt of my lips began to change as a smile betrayed my emotions. “Last night was…” There weren’t enough words to suffice the sensation of having been in heaven after being in hell for so long. The memories of last night came rushing back to me, and part of it was a blur since Dya had been in control,but witnessing, tasting, and touching Blair provided the same ecstasy. It had been years since I felt wanted— desired— but she made me feel like a man worthy of affection.

“A mistake.” Blair lamented with a disappointed sigh. Her chest collided with guilt.

My eyes flicked to hers.What?

She didn’t mean that.

“You’re joking.” A tight chuckle slipped past my lips. My chest was tight, like an anchor weighed it down to sea.

Her face fell in her hands, ashamed as she couldn’t even look me in the eyes. “Why would I?Dammit.”

I shook my head, failing to understand. “Did I do something wrong?” I came closer to her and dropped to my knees. “If so, I’m sorry, Blair.”

As I reached out my hand for hers, she moved away, gathering the sheets tightly to cover her body. “Don’t,” the word pushed out roughly.

Deep pressure dropped in my sternum.

The spinning illusion halted to a halt.

“Blair…”

“No,” she cut me off as she shook her head. “I’m a nun. A servant of God. I can’t be with you. You shouldn’t even be here.”

No. No. It’s not supposed to be like this.

My resting palm formed into a fist against my knee.

“Fucking hell, Blair. That’s not fair.”

She scoffed and backed away on the bed until she was pressed against the wall. “Fair? Nothing has been fair since you put me in this position. I’ve never wanted this.”

The circumstances of our meeting were less than ideal. In any other situation, if she were passing by a bar and I was sitting there, I would ask her to be my wife that night. But that wasn’t our reality; this was, however, fucked up, but she was my promised salvation from that damned condemnation.

My head dropped between my shoulders, filled with remorse. “It wasn’t my choice, you know that.”

“Yes, but it is to keep me hostage!” She emphasized with force.

“That was never my intention.”

“How can I believe you?”

“Blair…”

“How can I believe you?” she repeated roughly, her lips thinning, creasing around the edges.