Page 32 of Sinner
Still dumbfounded, Mary could only nod. There was something more there, something Mary couldn’t share yet, but Flint knew he’d get it out of her eventually.
“Mary, there are so many variables. And, yes, we lost a few people on the way and it will cut us up for the rest of our lives, but you know what? We fucking did our best, Mary. We stood up and took action when no one else did. Those kids have a chance at a real life now.”
She pulled away, arching her head back, catching his eyes.
“You and me,” she whispered. “Together.”
“Yeah.” He cupped her face, thumb wiping the tear from her cheek. “God, you’re beautiful.”
He leaned in to kiss her, but stopped. He hadn’t noticed before because her hair was dark, but around her ear there was dried blood. “And filthy.”
Doubt flickered in her eyes, but before she could hold onto her thoughts, he’d switched on the shower. In seconds, steam filled the room, and he helped her out of her woolen vest.
“C’mon. Let’s get you out of this, get you washed, check your wound and…” He lost focus. Mary had unbuttoned her shirt, and it gaped open, exposing two perfect mounds of flesh curving over a simple black bra. Her chest rose and fell with her quickening breath. He couldn’t stop staring. He’d dreamed about those breasts. He’d fantasized about them. Nightly. In the shower. In his bed. In the elevator. Behind her in the line at the coffee counter in the staff break room. And now they were here, inches away from him. All he had to do was reach out…
Flint swallowed hard. Licked his lips. Met her uncertain eyes.
She was nervous, anxious… hopeful.
He’d never save the world like she would, but he could be her hero. He could wash her, clean her, hold her… make her forget. He lifted his finger to hook on her collar and slid her shirt off.
