Page 129 of Sin

“From who?”

“Sex Activity Pro.”

His eyes sharpen. “They contacted you directly?”

“Yes.”

“For what role?”

“VP of Product Innovation.”

He releases my hand and sits back slightly. The CEO is back at this moment, the man who knows exactly what that means.

“That’s a serious offer,” he says. “You should consider it.”

I laugh once. “That sounded physically painful for you.”

“It was.” He drags a hand over his jaw. “You deserve opportunities like that.”

“I know.”

“You deserve to be seen for your work.”

“I know that too.”

His gaze returns to mine.

“But?” he asks.

But you. But this. But the idea of leaving makes me feel sick in a way the flu can’t take credit for.

I tuck the blanket tighter around myself. “But my life is complicated right now.”

Pain crosses his face because he knows he is the complication.

“I don’t want to be the reason you stay,” he says.

I stare at him.

“That is such a noble thing to say from a man who is currently in my apartment taking care of me while his wife probably thinks he’s working late.”

“You’re right,” he says.

He stands and walks to the kitchen, busying himself with the soup container and a spoon he has absolutely already cleaned once. His shoulders are tense. For a second, I think I’ve pushed too hard. Maybe I should. Maybe this is how we stop.

Then he comes back with the soup and sits beside me again.

“Eat,” he says.

“You’re bossy when wounded.”

“I’m bossy always.”

“True.”

I take the soup because arguing feels exhausting. He watches until I manage two bites, then relaxes slightly. After a while, the medicine makes me drowsy. I sink sideways into the couch, and Sin adjusts the blanket without saying anything. He moves like he’s trying not to disturb me, but I catch his wrist.

“Don’t go yet,” I whisper. “Please.”