Page 119 of Sins and Virtue

“Kon!” Blair yelled.

My eyes frantically searched for her as I saw her small silhouette attempting to make her way inside the train.

The weight of the world shifted on its axis. Time slowed down to create a universe where we only existed.

A frenzy of fire stirred in my sternum.

In an instant, my body responded, clenching the ticket in my hand and going right after her, running against the current of new and old passengers. Pushing and shoving my way through the crowd, not caring who was in my way as my eyes held onto Blair.

Get out of my way. Fuck all these people. I just need her.

My hands desperately crawled through. People shoved and cursed, as their presence was like that of mere insects.

Please be real.

Be here.

My chest constricted tightly, clasping to the minimal possibility of having her near me.

Don’t disappear.

Don’t leave.

My mind spun and drew me straight to her.

Don’t leave me.

Stay.

Stay there.

Stay with me.

These thoughts consumed every fiber of my being ever since Blair Morgan came into my life, and if this was insanity, then I never wanted to be sane again. She was the only thing I wanted, forever, and if she was all I could ever ask for, then my life would be complete. There was nothing I wouldn’t sacrifice for her.

Most of the crowd dispersed as I was finally able to get on the train, and my lungs stood breathless as Blair stood in front of me. She was within the grasp of my fingertips, her sweet scent in my vicinity, and her body calling to mine. The black laced mesh material melted into her curves and made her radiate like the goddess Aphrodite.

Animosity drank the space between us.

There was this lingering anger and perplexity that manifested itself in me.

“What are you doing here,kotyonok?” The question felt tedious, but it was vital to know where we would go from here.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She was exasperated, her cheeks all rosy as she looked at the crowd around us.

My steel gaze narrowed watching her unravel as the instinct to touch her was unbearable, so I raised my hand and cupped her cheek and made her keep her focus on me… just me. And my eyes, my lips, and my ears were all for her.

“Tell me.” My command came with a soft plea.

A soft furrow dug between her brows as she lifted her pretty little lashes to face me. “I—I—” the words seemed to be stuck in her throat.

Then she shook her head and cast her gaze down as if she had regretted it all.

No. No. Please don’t give me false hope.

I could deal with rejection, but her toying with me would be too much. Too painful. Too bitter to live with.

For so long there wasn’t a single person who cared for me and I didn’t mind, but I needed this woman to want me. To need me. To love me. Just like I loved her.