All Chapters of 100 WAYS TO SIN: Chapter 391 - Chapter 400

Cole My brother stood in the bedroom doorway with his mouth open and his keys still in his hand. Lena sat in my bed with the sheet pulled up under her arms, cheeks burning, eyes locked on a fixed point somewhere past his shoulder. The condom wrapper on the nightstand may as well have been a billboard. I stepped between him and the doorway and put a hand on his chest and walked him backward into the living room before he could say a single stupid word. “Out.” “Who is—” “Out. Living room. Now.” I shut the bedroom door behind me and faced him in the half-dark. He had a grease mark on his jeans and the particular expression of someone who had already used up every favor he was owed for the year. The rideshare driver’s headlights painted a brief stripe across the ceiling through the front window and then pulled away. “You said wait in the living room,” he muttered. “You walked down the hall anyway.” “I needed the bathroom.” “There is a gas station on the corner. There is a lobby

Cole A week later the key was just how she arrived. No text some nights. A soft knock others. Once the sound of the lock turning while I was still in the shower, and when I came out she was on the counter in the kitchen with her shoes kicked off and a bag of takeout between her knees like the first night rewritten on purpose. I walked over barefoot, water still on my shoulders, and kissed her until the food went cold. We stopped pretending the hallway was neutral ground. In the elevator she stood close enough that her shoulder touched mine. At the mailboxes her hand brushed my back when she passed. Mrs. Kline on the fourth floor gave us a look that said the building had already done the math. I did not care. Lena flushed and held my gaze anyway. My brother texted once. A single line. Sorry about the other night. Tell her I said sorry too. I sent back Stay out of my hallway and left it there. Lena read the exchange over my shoulder in bed and snorted into my collarbone. “He’s luc

Tessa He came back three nights later. I heard Jake’s text notification first. Noah’s coming over. Game night. Don’t be weird. I stood in the bathroom mirror and changed anyway. Soft shorts. A tank that sat lower at the neckline than the one I had worn last time. Hair down. The version of myself that looked accidental if you were not paying attention and intentional if you were. Noah walked in at 8:04. Same hoodie. Different tension in his shoulders. When his eyes found me in the living room they did the same short, caught trip over my mouth and collarbones before he recovered. “Hey.” “Hey.” Jake tossed him a controller. “You’re on my team. Tessa’s banned from choosing movies because she picks the sad ones.” “I pick the good ones.” “Sad,” Jake said, and dropped onto the couch. I took the floor cushion near the coffee table instead of the chair. Closer to Noah’s legs when he sat. He noticed. His knee angled slightly away and then stopped, like moving too obviously would admit

Tessa Noah did not move. Neither did I. His body stayed braced over mine, the head of his cock still pressed against me, both of us breathing too shallow in the locked room while Jake’s footsteps crossed the kitchen downstairs. A cabinet opened. The fridge. The ordinary sounds of my brother coming home early like the universe had a sense of humor. Noah dropped his forehead to my shoulder and swore without sound. “Stay quiet,” he whispered. I nodded against his hair. My heart was hammering so hard I was half sure Jake could hear it through the floor. Noah carefully shifted off me and sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, listening. I pulled the sheet up over my chest and stared at the door. Jake’s voice rose again, still on the phone. Something about inventory and how he was taking the early out as a win. His footsteps moved to the living room. The television came on low. Then quieter. Then the specific silence of someone scrolling their phone on the couch. Noah looke

Tessa Morning came too bright and too fast. I woke to the sound of Jake’s door opening down the hall and Noah already half dressed on the edge of my bed, pulling his hoodie over his head like the night could be undone if he moved quietly enough. My body still held the ache of him. The sheet smelled like his skin. Downstairs a cabinet closed. Ordinary morning noise that did not know what had happened above it. Noah looked at me. His hair was a mess. His mouth still looked kissed. “I have to go before he sees my car still outside.” “Your car has been outside overnight before.” “Not like this.” He leaned down and kissed me once, brief and rough, like he was already arguing with himself about it. Then he unlocked the door and listened. Jake’s footsteps moved toward the bathroom. The shower started. Noah slipped out into the hall and down the stairs without a sound. I heard the front door open and close. A second later his engine turned over at the curb and pulled away. I lay in th