Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 101: With Me

Chapter 101: With Me

-Kathrine Andrews:

I woke up late—way later than usual. The sun was already high in the sky, pouring through my window, and when I checked my phone, I realized it was already past noon.

I groaned, stretching lazily before rolling onto my back. No wonder I’d slept in so much—I barely got any sleep last night.

My mind wouldn’t shut up, replaying yesterday over and over again like a movie I never wanted to stop watching.

Glyndon had done it. She’d come out to her parents. Her dad’s reaction had been good—better than good. He had smiled at her, reassured her, and made her feel loved and accepted.

That alone was amazing, and I knew it meant the world to her. Her mother’s reaction, though... wasn’t bad, but it also wasn’t great. She hadn’t yelled, hadn’t disowned her, or anything extreme, but I could tell she was struggling to accept the idea that her daughter wasn’t going to end up with Alex as everyone had expected.

Instead, she was going to be with a woman. Me.

It was obvious she just needed time. But I could also tell that her reaction had affected Glyndon, no matter how much she tried to act like it didn’t.

That’s why I took her to the spot.

We spent hours there, just the two of us, talking. She kept touching me—her fingers grazing mine, running through my hair, pulling me closer whenever I moved even slightly away.

And the crazy part? We were in public. She wasn’t hiding it, wasn’t hesitating. She just... kept touching me. Like it was the most natural thing in the world.

By the time I drove her back home, I could tell she was feeling a lot better. And then, right before she stepped inside the gates of her house, she turned back, took off her helmet, and looked at me with the happiest expression I’d ever seen on her face.

"Thank you," she said, her voice warm, her eyes soft. "For today. For being here."

And then she kissed me.

Not a quick peck, not a hesitant brush of lips—she kissed me, fully, completely, for at least thirty seconds.

And what made my heart race the most wasn’t even the kiss itself—it was the fact that she didn’t hesitate. She didn’t glance around to make sure no one was watching. She didn’t flinch or pull away.

She just kissed me, like she didn’t care who saw her like she wasn’t afraid anymore.

I watched her disappear into her house, my heart still pounding as I rode back home. And when I finally crashed into bed, I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

Now, lying in bed the next day, I still couldn’t believe how much she had changed. This was Glyndon—the same girl who had once been too afraid to even acknowledge me in public, who had spent so long fighting her feelings, running from them.

And now? Now she was touching me, kissing me, claiming me.

All because she wanted to.

It was fucking mind-blowing.

The next day, I woke up feeling groggy but warm, the memory of Glyndon’s kiss still fresh in my mind.

The way she held onto me last night, how she didn’t hesitate, didn’t look around to see if anyone was watching—it was all I could think about.

I stretched my arms above my head, groaning as I sat up. The late-night ride had left my muscles a little sore, but I didn’t care. If anything, it was a reminder of how much had changed between us.

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the lingering sleep, then forced myself out of bed.

After a quick shower, I got dressed—black jeans, a loose-fitting hoodie, and my usual combat boots.

Nothing special, but comfortable. As I checked my phone, I saw a few messages from some people I didn’t care about and nothing from Glyndon. Not that I was expecting her to text first, but still.

I shook my head at myself. I was turning into a lovesick fool.

With a sigh, I slipped my phone into my pocket and headed downstairs.

The moment I reached the bottom step, I could hear voices. Not just my parents, but multiple people talking in the living room.

The sound of laughter mixed with what seemed like a conversation that had way too many interruptions like people kept talking over each other.

I frowned. What the hell was going on?

As I stepped into the room, my eyes immediately landed on the group gathered inside.

My parents were there, sitting comfortably on the couch, my mom nursing a cup of coffee while my dad leaned back with his arms crossed, looking entertained.

Then, on the other side of the room, Alex was sitting next to Malakai, the two of them deep in conversation.

What the actual hell?

Nancy was there too, sitting close to Glyndon, the both of them sipping on what looked like tea.

And then there was Glyndon herself, tucked into the corner of the couch, her eyes glued to me the second I walked in.

I barely had time to process everything before the words slipped out of my mouth.

"What are all these rich pricks doing here?"

Silence.

The entire room seemed to pause. Even the background noise of the conversation seemed to vanish into thin air.

I casually leaned against the doorway, crossing my arms over my chest as I scanned the room again, making sure my point was clear.

My eyes landed on Alex, and he let out an exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes at me like he was already over it.

Good. He should be.

Before anyone could get the wrong idea, I turned toward Nancy and shot her a grin. "I wasn’t talking about my girl, Nancy. You know I love you."

I stepped forward and leaned down to hug her, wrapping my arms around her in a tight squeeze.

She laughed, shaking her head like she already knew I was just being my usual self. "Yeah, yeah, I know," she said, hugging me back.

When I pulled away, I caught Alex staring at Malakai with a slightly clenched jaw, his fingers curled into the fabric of his pants.

Huh. Interesting.

But that wasn’t the most shocking thing in the room. No, the real surprise was Glyndon.

I turned to look at her, and the moment our eyes met, something in my chest clenched.

What the...?

She was smiling. Not just a regular smile, but one of those soft, dreamy smiles that made my stomach feel weird.

And her eyes—God, her eyes were locked onto mine like I was the only person in the room.

There was this weird shine in them, this look as if I had just done something incredible like I had saved her life or some dramatic shit like that.

She was looking at me like I hung the damn stars for her.

What the hell?

My throat went dry, my mind scrambling to process the way she was looking at me. It was intense, raw, and completely out of nowhere.

I had seen Glyndon look at me with annoyance, with frustration, with that stubbornness she always carried around like armor. But this?

This was different.

I swallowed hard, forcing my expression to stay neutral even though my heart was pounding a little too fast.

Okay. I needed to get my shit together before I did something stupid.

The weight of Glyndon’s stare still lingered, making my stomach feel weird in a way I wasn’t used to. I was about to make some sarcastic comment to shake off the tension, but before I could, she finally spoke.

"Aren’t you supposed to be at church?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "It’s Sunday."

Glyndon nodded, sitting up a little straighter. "Yeah," she said, her voice careful, like she was trying not to sound too eager. "I came here to bring you with me."

I blinked. Then I let out a short laugh, shaking my head. "Me? A church girl? Now that’s a good one."

Malakai chuckled at that, glancing at me with an amused look, but Glyndon didn’t laugh.

She wasn’t joking.

I looked back at her, and the determination in her eyes made something in me stir. She was serious about this.

"You want me to go?" I asked, my voice quieter now.

"Yeah," she said simply. "I do."

A muscle in my jaw tightened, and I studied her for a moment. She looked... different today.

Maybe it was the way her shoulders were squared, the way she wasn’t backing down. Usually, she was the one who got flustered first when I challenged her. But now?

Now she was waiting for my answer as it mattered to her.

My first instinct was to say no. I wasn’t a church girl, never had been, never would be. But something about the way she was looking at me made me hesitate.

The silence stretched between us, heavy with something unspoken. I could feel Malakai watching us, probably trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

Nancy shifted in her seat, glancing between Glyndon and me like she could sense the tension.

Even Alex, who usually ignored anything that didn’t involve him, seemed mildly interested in whatever the hell was happening right now.

I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly. "Why do you want me to go?"

Glyndon bit her lip, her fingers gripping the edge of her sleeve. "Because I want you there with me," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Something in my chest tightened at that.

I should’ve laughed it off. Should’ve made some kind of joke to break the moment. But I didn’t. Because the way she said it—soft, honest like she meant it—made it impossible to brush off.

And I hated that it was working on me.

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