Page 105 of Sins and Virtue

“Fuck you,” she panted, her eyes reddened with anger and something more vulnerable… more heartbreaking.

She pushed me aside, moving out of the bed, and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door harshly.

The sound reverberated as I touched my cheek, feeling the empty hollow fester again.

You’re such a fucking eedot. You piece of shit! What the fuck would ever make you say that? You durak! Idi na hui!

I can’t believe how you fucked everything up, and you say I’m the monster when you’re a bitter fucker.

Dya has currently been running my ear off for the past few hours after the rough interaction between Blair and me.

I sat by the top of the hillside, watching as the orange sunset hung over the city; the red aftereffect lingered on the rooftops. The calm tides of the ocean pushed against the sandy shores as the wind rose up into my black shirt and ruffled against my jeans.

A massive hole of guilt and regret grew wider and wider in my chest.

Fuck, how could I be so stupid?

I never meant one word I said, but I was so angry and humiliated by being rejected by my own damned ego that I couldn't handle it. Essentially ruining everything I’d built with Blair.

My head hung low. Fuck, if I were her, I would never speak to me again.

Raising my head, I caught on to the sight of a small, curvy figure dressed in an all-black dress and a white veil on the crown of her head, appearing on the horizon of the hill. Just the thought of her coming near me made me come undone.

What should I do? What should I say?

Motherfucker, beg for forgiveness. Beg. Because if she doesn’t forgive us, I’ll kill you.Dya opted for the most realistic and rational option.

Blair arrived in front of me, winded from the walk and whatever else was on her mind. She placed a hand on her stomach, catching her breath.“I expected to find you here,” she went first, licking her dry lips.

My eyes lingered over her face, acknowledging her, and even when infuriated, I couldn’t help but find myself weakened by her.

It was killing some part of me to want her and be mad at her.

“Can I sit next to you?” she cautiously asked, pointing to the open space next to me.

Shooting my gaze away, I nodded.

She inhaled a deep, rough breath before taking a step forward, slowly lowering herself to the ground as moving her dress around as she avoided flashing me, which was useless at this point because I had already seen and memorized every single inch of that gorgeous body. One that I’ll eventually have sculpted and framed wherever I’ll live.

The air pulsated with bittersweet memories, caressing touches, and cruel hope. Dragging silence carried between us.

“I don’t regret last night.” Blair’s words appeared like a silver lining.

“I don’t know if I should believe you. I mean, you might change your mind again, so don’t tell me something you don’t mean.”

“But I do mean it.”

I scoffed; my head felt hot and blurry. “Then why did you treat me like some common criminal—”

The smallest tilt appeared in the corner of her lips, revealing a small dimple in her right cheek. “Well—”

“You know what I mean, kotyonok.”

Any ounce of entertainment vanished from her lips as she lowered her head. “I do, and I’m sorry. I never meant to. I never wanted you to feel bad. I wanted last night to happen. I longed for that unparalleled freedom, the hungry passion.”

With those simple words, she fanned the flames of my uninhibited passion, making me believe this was divinely planned.

We shared the same longing.