Page 160 of For I Have Sinned

“Alex, you just got out of the hospital a week ago.” I stare up at him, tears filling my eyes at the memory of the reason he was in the hospital. “You’re still recovering.”

“I know, but I am doing better. If I wasn’t, they wouldn’t have released me,” he says, pulling me out of my head. “I just hate not being able to do things myself. And not being able to have sex with you has been terrible.”

I smirk, carefully bringing the fabric over his shoulder. “All the other things we’ve been doing haven’t satisfied your needs?”

“No,” He answers, then pauses, thinking about what he just said before he adds, “I mean, yes, but it’s hard when you’re sucking my dick or my head is between your legs, not to take it further.”

“Maybe after tonight we can try taking it further.” My eyes flash to his, and I can already feel the heat brewing inside of me. “But I’m on top.”

“Fine by me.” He grins before he closes the distance to capture my lips with his.

His hand wraps around my body, settling on my lower back as he pulls me closer. I continue to kiss him for a moment longer before I put an end to it.

“But we need to be super careful, you’re still healing and⁠—”

“We will be careful.” He gives me another kiss, cutting me off. “Now, let’s go so we can get tonight over with and start with our new plan.”

“So eager.” I laugh, turning to grab my jacket off the bed. I put it on, tucking my hands into the back of the collar to free my hair. “Is your mom downstairs already?”

A single chime filters through our bedroom, coming from Alex’s pants pocket, and he pulls out his phone to read a text.

“She just got here.”

He puts his phone back in his pocket and takes my hand, leading us through our new apartment and guiding me to the front door. In the hall, he locks up behind us, and then we make our way to the elevator. The entire descent, Alex has his lips on mine, making it really hard to continue our night without just canceling and going back upstairs.

“Did I tell you how breathtaking you look in this dress tonight?” He says against my lips, his hand coasting over the deep red fabric to grab my ass.

“You didn’t,” I grin and pull back, seeing the way my lipstick has smeared around his mouth.

Giggling, I reach into my purse, take out a makeup wipe, and begin cleaning it off of him.

“You’re going to have to stop kissing me if you don’t want to be wearing my lipstick.”

“If it means I get to kiss you, then I don’t mind wearing it.” He smirks, leaning in again, but I lift a finger to his lips and shake my head, to which he huffs in annoyance.

The elevator dings, and the sliding doors open to the lobby. We walk through and out the front door, and when we arrive at the parking lot, his mom is waiting by her car. Her face lights up when she sees both of us.

“Hello, you two! Celine, you look beautiful!”

“Thank you, Lillian,” I hug her, and when I go to compliment her back, my phone rings.

I release her, grabbing my phone out of my purse, thinking it’s going to be Vince yelling at me because we are running a little late, but it’s not.

It’s my mother.

After ignoring her in the hospital following the stunt she pulled on the news, she tried contacting me one more time while Alex was still recovering. I ignored that call as well, and since I didn’t answer her call on Thanksgiving Day, she has been trying to get a hold of me more recently.

The only reason she is calling me is that it’s the holidays. She most likely thinks that because it’s a special time of the year, I’ll feel bad for ignoring her and finally answer the phone.

Except I don’t feel bad. Not one bit.

The screen goes black, then lights up again with a missed call notification, and a text from Vince appears.

“Vince is asking why we are late,” I tell Alex.

He looks over my shoulder to read the time on my phone. “We have another ten minutes before we need to be there.”

“Which, in Vince’s mind, means we are basically ten minutes late.” I laugh, sending my best friend a quick text to let him know that we are on our way, and then shove my phone into my purse. “Let’s go before he starts blowing my phone up, demanding to know our exact location.”