Sinnful Temptations

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Chapter Fifteen

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Lilah’s POV.

I decide that I’m going to do the only thing I can do; forget about it and act like nothing happened.

We can go back to being friendly, but it won’t be like before, not if he finds it annoying that I’m always round.

Be the bigger person, Lilah.

After my mental pep talk, I force myself off the bed. I do my make-up so I look less like a walking zombie.

I hear Sinn grab his keys to leave and I decide to bite the bullet.

‘Sinn?’ I call and pop my head over the bannister, looking downstairs.

It’s cute the way he jumps at the sound of my voice and eagerly comes into view.

‘Yeah, Lils?’ He responds, my heart flutters at the nickname.

‘I’m going to the gym later, you’re welcome to join,’ I tell him.

Then I step back, not wanting him to feel pressured to come. He can make up an excuse easily.

‘I-I’d love to,’ he replies, taken off guard.

‘I’ll come pick you up after work!’ He calls up.

‘Okay!’ I yell and go back into my room.

There.

Olive branch.

Done.

Alone in the house all day, I go on some kind of mad, cleaning spree. I put in my headphones, blast some music and clean the house. I hoover all of the rooms, even Sinn’s.

Picking his boxers up off the floor was not quite what I had planned for today.

I clean the kitchen and mop the floor, I blitz the shower-heads and sinks in the bathroom. I don’t know what comes over me. I feel much better when I’m done and the house is spotless.

By the time it’s four o’clock, I’m in my gym kit, hangover-free and ready to work out.

Sinn arrives shortly after and seems surprised that I’m ready and waiting.

Did he expect me to bail?

‘Look, I really want to talk to you about everything,’ he says as we get into the car.

‘Forget about it, we were friends before anything else and I’m happy to go back to that,’ I tell him, looking out of the window to avoid eye contact.

It’s silent for a moment.

‘What if I don’t want to go back to that?’ He asks quietly. ‘What if I want more?’

His words make my stomach flutter and I swallow hard.

Don’t get your hopes up.

‘It’s too late for that,’ I mutter and he starts to protest.

‘We can talk about it tomorrow, okay? I don’t want to ruin family night for Micah,’ I reply.

He seems satisfied that I’ve agreed to actually talk at some point.

We have a good session at the gym, we’re in different sections so it’s easy to forget the drama for a while and focus on exercise.

The car ride is easier on the way home, we’re both more relaxed and we chat like normal. He tells me about his clients and what tattoo designs he’s had to do recently.

When we get home, mariachi music fills the house and the smell of sizzling peppers diffuses from the kitchen.

‘Mexican night?’ I ask stupidly, Micah turns around from the hob and nods.

Sinn and I take showers (separately, unfortunately), and come back downstairs to help Micah.

For just a few hours, we forget the drama.

I forget his hurtful words and we just have fun. The three of us cook together, we dance around the kitchen pulling silly faces and busting some awful moves.

We sit in front of the TV and watch movies whilst eating our tacos, enchiladas and beans.

Once the second movie finishes, I decide to go up to bed. The boys protest, but I insist on leaving them alone for the rest of the evening as Sinn’s words come back to me.

I don’t want to annoy him by being around all of the time.

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I wake up late on Sunday morning and change into a pair of leggings and a cute top. I make myself some breakfast and eat it upstairs on my bed whilst I do my make-up.

I get out my laptop to see if I have any work to do.

I don’t.

And the weather is shit.

I glare at the rain outside.

Damn. What am I going to do all day?

I come downstairs to the lounge and find Micah on GTA, a duffle bag at his feet.

‘Going somewhere?’ I ask and sit down next to him.

‘Yeah. Going to Courtney’s. Got to help her dress shop for the ball next weekend.’ He grimaces and I laugh.

‘As if you got roped into dress shopping,’ I tease him and he curls up his nose in distaste.

‘She says it’s between three dresses, so hopefully it won’t take too long and we can just go back to hers and have sex all day.’

I fake gag. ‘TMI. You’re disgusting,’ I comment and get up.

I go to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of water. When I come back, Sinn is sitting on the opposite sofa.

He smiles at me, I force one in return and turn my focus back onto the GTA screen.

A short while later, Courtney comes to pick Micah up and the two leave, leaving Sinn and I alone. I get up to go back upstairs but he calls my name.

‘Stay, I want to apologise,’ he says and reluctantly, I sit back down.

‘I don’t know where to begin,’ he starts and looks down at his hands. ‘I’m sorry for kissing that girl,’ he apologises and I rub my lips together awkwardly.

What does he want me to say?

‘I heard what you said to Micah that night, when you told him you didn’t want me on nights out with you anymore,’ I tell him.

A look of shock comes over his face, followed by guilt.

‘Shit, I didn’t mean it!’ He blurts out and I roll my eyes.

‘Sure, you didn’t,’ I comment sarcastically.

‘Honestly, I didn’t...’

He sighs and runs his hands through his hair, drawing my attention to the dark, tousled locks.

‘So, here’s the thing. After that kiss, all I wanted to do was go to your room, but then Micah texted me and I got to thinking how the one thing he told me to do when I moved in, was to stay away from you. His sister was off limits. I felt like the worst friend ever.’

He looks exasperated as he explains himself.

‘I thought if we went out, it would take my mind off you, but it’s so hard because you’re always there, looking incredible. That’s why you overheard me telling your brother all that bullshit.’

He runs a hand through his hair, dislodging a couple of strands so they fall over his forehead.

‘It’s so hard for me to go out and drink with you and not be able to touch you when you look so amazing. You have no idea how much you drive me crazy. You always wear such skimpy outfits, I’m not complaining, but they make me lose all control.’

‘Then Micah kept mentioning Alexis and wanting me to get with her. He started to get suspicious and I was fucked, I panicked. The second I did, I regretted it,’ he admits guiltily. ‘I didn’t know that you’d seen, but then Courtney said you’d left and I realised you must have.’

He looks up at me with pained eyes. ‘I’m so, so sorry I hurt you. I never meant to. I’m an idiot.’

‘What I overheard you saying to Micah hurt more than the kiss. We’re friends, or at least I thought we were, so to hear that really hurt,’ I confess and he gets up from the sofa.

He comes over to the one I’m sitting on and sits beside me. He pulls me into a hug and I rest my face on his chest. He smells incredible, as per. It feels good to be in his arms again.

‘Of course we’re friends, best friends. But I can’t help that I want more with you.’

He kisses the top of my head and holds me tighter.

‘I knew it from the first time I saw you in my tattoo parlour, I knew I was in trouble. Micah had just warned me about you and there you were, the biggest temptation. You’re like a walking fantasy,’ he groans and I smile.

He pulls back and holds my face in his large, inked hands.

’Your brother is one of my closest friends, but I can’t not be with you. I need to be with you. Please say you’ll forgive me? I know I’ve messed up badly but I swear to you, I’ll spend forever making it up to you,′ he pleads and I stare up at his hazel eyes as mine fill with unshed tears.

‘You really want to be with me?’ I ask quietly and he looks shocked.

‘Of course I do, please Lilah. I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you.’

I think back to that girl he was kissing, not a sight I want to remember.

‘How can I trust you? You see beautiful women half-naked every day at your parlour,’ I ask and his eyes harden.

‘I have never cheated on anyone, and I don’t intend on starting now. I only have eyes for you Lils, I swear to you, I won’t even look at anyone else, you’re all I want.’

His voice is firm and even, he briefly bites his lip as if summoning courage.

‘Please, be my girlfriend?’

My heart falters in its beat.

Motherfucker knows all the right things to say.

‘Ah fuck, how can I say no to that?’ I whine and a tear escapes my eye.

Sinn rubs it away with his thumb and then, finally, leans in to kiss me.

I surprise him by throwing my arms around his neck and pressing myself to him. My heart thumps loudly in my ears as I kiss him, his lips are firm and demanding against mine.

He holds my face with his huge hands, tangling his fingers in my hair. When he runs his tongue over my bottom lip, I open my mouth and our tongues touch. I nearly moan at the delicious taste of him and that damn barbell.

How can a man so perfect, want me?

Somehow, I end up straddling his lap. His hands drop to my waist, holding me in place as he teases me with his tongue.

When we finally pull away, we’re both quietly panting.

‘Shit,’ he breathes with a smile on his face, he runs his thumb over my bottom lip.

‘You never actually said yes,’ he points out and I laugh at him.

‘Yes, I will be your girlfriend,’ I reply, feeling my cheeks heat up at my words.

‘I haven’t been a boyfriend in a long time, but I promise, I’ll be the best boyfriend in the world for you,’ he declares and I peck his soft lips. ‘Fuck, you’re making me say soppy shit already.’

‘I’m not making you do anything, Taricone. You’re doing that all by yourself.’

I grin at him and he rolls his eyes.

His face suddenly becomes serious.

‘When your brother comes home, I’ll tell him how I feel about you. I don’t want to hide anything from him,’ he says and I start to feel a bit nervous.

‘Okay, good idea,’ I mumble and I bury my face in his neck. ‘What are we going to do all day?’

‘Well, I’d like to take you out on a date,’ he says and I lean back to look at him.

‘Really? Where to?’

‘You mentioned that you love sushi, why don’t we go to that Japanese place? And maybe play some mini-golf after?’ He suggests and I grin evilly.

‘That sounds good...if you’re okay with getting your ass beaten, I’m a boss at crazy golf,’ I boast.

He raises an eyebrow at me, smiling with amusement.

‘Is that so? Bring it on, Myers.’

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