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“Sorry,” she mutters.
I cock my head at her. “Technically, I should be letting you take your fill as often as you want.”
“Why’s that?” she sasses, bringing back a bit of the fire she’d lost since we sat down.
“I spend most of our time together looking at you, so it’s only fair you try to steal some time for your own admiration.”
She rolls her eyes at me.
“But I doubt you’ll catch up, I have hours on you,” I wink.
Before she can respond, I lift my silver cross over my head, the loss of the familiar weight an odd sensation. I don’t give it a second thought, slipping a replacement on her and adjusting the cross so it’s sits comfortably in the center of her chest.
It’s a little low, dipping into the top of her cleavage, but she doesn’t seem to mind as she traces the cold metal with her fingers, a radiant smile lifting her lips.
My index finger draws a path over her collarbone, and I drop my eyes to watch the movement, afraid to get lost in her face.
“You shouldn’t look at me like that,” I say.
“Like what?”
I sigh. “Like there’s something good in me.”
Her hand cups my jaw and she forces me to look at her stunning features. “There’s something good in everyone. Even if it’s just a flicker of kindness. And it’s easy to nurture that flame.”
“You don’t understand, Kyra. What I do for my family…”
She waits patiently for me to explain.
“My sister and I, we work for my father as enforcers.”
A frown twists her brow.
“We police the business world our family is part of. Very little of it is ethical, and a lot of it is illegal.”
“Why do you do it?” she asks, her tone curious and free of judgment.
“To protect my family and my community.”
She nods. “And church?”
“I go for them. To repent for the sins I’ve committed in their names, the burdens I happily bear so innocent men and women don’t have to. I repent for others so they may feel God’s grace, for my family members that aren’t tainted by death like Lara and me. And to show my support for our society, so they know they can rely on me and my family to protect them.”
“But the people you protect have sinned too,” she says.
I nod. “We’re all sinners, including your parents. But there are some sins no one deserves to be burdened with. And those are the ones I carry. But that’s not something you have to worry about.” I smile reassuringly and skim my knuckle over her healed cheek. “You have to decide how you will view God, humanity, evolution. Morality isn’t as black and white as you’ve been led to believe. Neither is sin.”
I notice her moving too late, and her lips barely touch mine when my hands push her away, rejecting her as delicately as I can.
Her eyes water and she winces as I stand abruptly. I grab my jacket and rush out the door, leaving her clutching her chest with silent tears slipping down her cheeks, sending us right back to the night I found her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
FUCK IT – BOTALKS FEAT. CAROLINE PENNELL
Kyra
There is an entirely new wardrobe in my closet the next day. Lace and silk, even some leather. Tight, form fitting, short dresses. Well, shorter than I’m used to. Nothing too scandalous. Nothing like the beautifully sensual clothing Sutton wears. But I think Leo senses I’m not ready for that. There are items that match my old, conservative wardrobe, along with comfort clothing and soft sleepwear and yoga pants that make my heart swell. But there are more items in the style Leo called dangerously fuckable, and the urge for him to see me in them slams into me along with a slew of positively sinful thoughts. Most of them featuring a repeat of yesterday morning—his hunger, his hands on me, his confession that he liked what I was wearing so much, he wanted it on the floor.
