Page 56 of Sin Bin Daddies
I spin too fast, nearly tripping over Sunny as I grab my phone.
When I turn back, Ford’s watching me. “Careful, angel,” he murmurs.
I shove my phone at him. “Here.”
His fingers brush mine as he takes it.
“Expecting someone?” he asks me.
“Dinner.”
Ford glances at me, his green eyes flickering, like he’s debating something.
“I just—” He clears his throat, glancing at the screen. “I wanted to say sorry. If I made you uncomfortable earlier.”
I blink up at him. “You didn’t,” I say softly.
His jaw ticks. Before he can say anything else, the doorbell rings.
Pizza.
Ford steps back as I grab it, but before I can pay, he’s already pulling out his wallet.
“Ford,” I start.
He shakes his head. “I got it.”
I sigh, stepping aside to get my dinner.
“You want a slice?” I ask.
He hesitates. “Don’t wanna intrude.”
“You’re already here.” I grab plates. “Might as well.”
When I reach for the cabinet, I realize too late that the plates are on the highest shelf.Logan and his giant-ass kitchen.
I stretch onto my tiptoes, fingers barely grazing the edge?—
“Here.”
Ford reaches past me, grabbing two plates with ease.
I inhale sharply, suddenly hyper-aware of how close we are. His chest brushes my back, his warmth seeping through my shirt.
I turn my head, and he’s right there.
Watching me.
His jaw tight, his green eyes dark. He cups my cheek. His thumb drags over my skin, slow, lingering.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” he murmurs.
My breath catches.
“Ford,” I whisper. “Things are… complicated.”
His gaze drops to my lips. He traces his knuckles over my throat, brushing against the bruises Leo left.
