Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 100: A Marshmallow

Chapter 100: A Marshmallow

-Kathrine Andrews: ( Song of the Chapter: Donk by Beyoncè)

The second we stepped into Glyndon’s room, I could tell she was not okay. She tried to act like her mother’s reaction had not hit her like a ton of bricks, but I saw through it.

The way she walked a little slower than usual, the way her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her sleeve, the way she kept her head down as if she was afraid to look at me.

She sat down on the edge of her bed, staring at her hands like they had all the answers to the universe. I leaned against her desk, crossing my arms.

"Are you okay?" I asked, in concern. I let that concern show, I didn’t hide it. I wanted to know.

Glyndon let out a short, bitter laugh. "Yeah, sure."

That was a lie. A shitty one.

I pushed off the desk and walked toward her, stopping in front of her. She still wouldn’t look at me. "Glyn," I said, softer this time. "Talk to me."

She exhaled heavily, running a hand through her hair before finally lifting her gaze to meet mine. "I knew my mom was going to react like that. I knew it. And I told myself I wouldn’t care, but—" She swallowed hard. "It still hurts, you know?"

Yeah, I knew.

I sat down next to her, close enough that our thighs touched. I didn’t say anything, just let the silence stretch between us. Sometimes words weren’t what people needed. Sometimes, just knowing someone was there was enough.

After a few moments, I reached over and took her hand in mine, lacing our fingers together. Her grip tightened instantly as if she was afraid I’d disappear if she didn’t hold on tight enough.

"Let’s get out of here," I said suddenly.

She blinked at me. "What?"

I stood up, pulling her with me. "Let’s go for a ride. You need to get out of this house for a bit."

She hesitated. "Where?"

"Does it matter?"

She let out a small, shaky laugh and shook her head. "No, I guess not."

"Good." I grabbed my helmet off her desk and tossed her the extra one I’d brought. "Come on."

She followed me outside, where my purple Kawasaki Ninja was parked in her driveway. I swung a leg over the seat, and she did the same behind me.

"You know," she said as she wrapped her arms around my waist, "I think this is the first time I’ve ridden with you by choice."

I smirked. "You’ve been missing out, then."

She huffed against my back, but I could feel the tiniest bit of tension easing out of her.

I started the engine, and we took off, speeding down the empty streets.

I didn’t know exactly where I was going, but that didn’t matter. I just wanted to take her somewhere—anywhere—that wasn’t here. Somewhere she could breathe. Somewhere she could forget. Even if it was just for a little while.

I didn’t slow down until we were far from her house, far from everything. I took us to a spot I’d found a while back, a quiet place on the outskirts of town where no one ever really went. It wasn’t anything special—just an open field, a few trees scattered around, and a view of the city lights in the distance—but it was peaceful. And right now, that’s exactly what Glyndon needed.

I pulled the bike to a stop and turned off the engine. For a few seconds, neither of us moved. Glyndon’s arms were still wrapped around me, and I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to break whatever moment she was having.

Then, slowly, she loosened her grip and got off the bike. I followed, taking off my helmet and setting it on the seat. Glyndon did the same, shaking out her hair before wrapping her arms around herself.

The night air was cool, but I didn’t think that was why she was hugging herself.

I leaned against my bike and watched her as she walked a few steps ahead, staring out at the lights in the distance. Her shoulders were tense, her fingers fidgeting at the hem of her sweater.

"You wanna talk about it?" I asked after a minute.

She was quiet for a long time before finally speaking. "I don’t know what I was expecting," she admitted. "I mean, I knew my mom might not take it well. But a part of me thought—hoped—she’d at least try."

I shoved my hands into my jacket pockets and sighed. "She just needs time."

Glyndon let out a humorless laugh. "Yeah? And what if she never comes around?"

I walked up behind her, close enough that I could feel the warmth of her body against mine. "Then she’s the one missing out. Not you."

She turned her head slightly, just enough to look at me. There was something vulnerable in her eyes, something raw, and it made my chest feel tight.

"You think so?" she asked quietly.

I didn’t even hesitate. "I know so."

For a few moments, neither of us spoke. The wind blew gently around us, rustling the trees in the distance. Then, without thinking, I reached out and took her hand, tugging her closer.

Glyndon didn’t resist. If anything, she melted into me.

I let my fingers slide up her arms, gripping her waist and pulling her flush against me. Her breath hitched. She looked up at me with wide, dark eyes, lips slightly parted.

I wasn’t sure who leaned in first. Maybe it was both of us. All I knew was that one second, we were staring at each other, and the next, our lips met.

It wasn’t slow, wasn’t tentative. It was desperate. Needy.

I felt her hands grip the back of my jacket like she was trying to anchor herself. Her body pressed against mine, soft and warm, and I didn’t think—I just reacted.

My hands slid down to her hips, fingers digging in, pulling her closer like I could make her part of me if I tried hard enough.

She sighed into my mouth, and I swallowed the sound, deepening the kiss.

For once, neither of us was thinking about anything else. Not her mother, not her father, not the people at school who whispered about us.

It was just us. Right here. Right now.

And I wasn’t letting go.

The kiss went on for what felt like forever, the world around us fading into nothing.

The only thing that mattered was the way her lips felt against mine, the way her body melted into mine as if we were made for this moment.

It wasn’t just the tension of the day or the pressure of everything else weighing on her. This was something else, something deeper.

When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathless, our foreheads resting against each other. I could feel her heart pounding, matching the rhythm of mine.

She opened her eyes, locking with mine. "I’m sorry," she whispered, pulling back just slightly. "I didn’t mean to..."

"Don’t," I interrupted, reaching up to gently touch her face. "You don’t have to apologize for that."

Her eyes searched mine for a moment like she was trying to read me, figure out what I was thinking.

She didn’t need to. I was right here, and she could take as much time as she needed to figure things out. I wasn’t going anywhere.

"You sure?" she asked, a hint of vulnerability in her voice.

I nodded, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Absolutely."

Her gaze softened, and for the first time since the moment she stepped into her room earlier, I saw a real smile tug at the corner of her lips. It was small, but it was there.

"You’re not like anyone else, you know that?" she said, her voice quiet but sincere.

I chuckled softly, the sound more nervous than anything else. "I’m just a girl who wanted to get you out of the house."

She shook her head, looking down at her shoes for a moment before meeting my eyes again. "No, you’re... you’re the one who makes me feel like maybe things will be okay. Even when everything else is falling apart."

I didn’t have any grand words to say. All I could do was pull her back into my arms, holding her tightly.

She leaned into me, resting her head against my chest as we stood there together, the quiet night around us offering a strange kind of peace.

"Things will be okay," I said softly. "You’re not alone in this. Not with me around."

She didn’t answer right away, but I could feel the way her body relaxed against mine, the tension finally starting to melt away. And for a moment, I let myself believe that maybe—just maybe—this was the beginning of something real.

She raised an eyebrow, clearly teasing. "Don’t go all soft on me, Katy. You might just ruin your badass biker girl image."

Katy?

Nobody has ever called me that. It achoed through my mind, my body shivered, but I didn’t want to mention it now.

I rolled my eyes, but the corners of my mouth twitched upward. "I’ll try not to, but you’re not exactly making it easy."

Glyndon smirked, stepping back slightly as she nudged me with her shoulder. "Just keep it up, and I’ll start thinking you’re turning into a marshmallow."

I crossed my arms, trying to look serious, though I couldn’t help the smile that pulled at my lips. "A marshmallow, huh? Is that so bad?"