29. SIN

I want to see it again.

I could remember every detail of Bella in that picture. If I closed my eyes, I could picture it vividly, but I was struggling to get myself into the right pose.

The toy Tyrone had given me laid next to my thigh, still unused, but studied closely at night when I couldn’t sleep.

I could take any picture of myself naked and show it to them because it would still count, but for some reason, I wanted it to be exactly the same as the one I had seen of Bella.

A soft knock on the door made my eyes snap up towards it. To my surprise it was already open and Tyrone was leaning in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. .

“I can’t sleep,” I blurted out, reaching for a blanket.

“Why not?” Tyrone straightened, making my eyes drop to his chest. “Are you having nightmares?”

He was dressed in only a pair of blue pyjama pants. I swallowed as I took in the tattoo on the left side of his ribs. My fingers itched to trace the dark ink.

“Sin.” He stepped into the room.