Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 102: Came Willingly

Chapter 102: Came Willingly

-Kathrine Andrews: (Song of the Chapter: Feel It by Jacques)

Glyndon followed me up to my room, closing the door behind her as I walked straight to my closet, already dreading the whole church thing.

I heard the bed creak as she sat down, making herself comfortable while I flipped through my clothes, trying to find something—anything—that wouldn’t make me look like a complete sinner in the middle of a sermon.

The problem?

I didn’t own anything remotely "church-appropriate."

My closet was filled with leather jackets, ripped jeans, short skirts, and tops that were either cropped, tight, or low-cut. I frowned, pushing hangers back and forth, hoping for a miracle.

Behind me, Glyndon chuckled.

I turned my head to look at her. She was lounging on my bed, hands resting in her lap, watching me with this dreamy little smile. Like she was enjoying my suffering.

I narrowed my eyes. "What?"

She shook her head. "Nothing."

"Nothing my ass." I gestured at my closet. "Do you see my problem?"

She hummed, tilting her head. "Just wear whatever you want."

I scoffed. "You’re taking me to church, Glyndon. I don’t want to be exorcised on sight."

She laughed. "You won’t be." Then, after a beat, she added, "Maybe just wear a dress? Something you’d wear if I took you to a restaurant or something."

I frowned. "We’re not going to a restaurant. We’re going to church."

Glyndon’s lips curled at the corners, but she didn’t say anything.

I gave her a long, suspicious look before turning back to my closet. Fine. A dress. I could do that.

After some digging, I pulled out a black dress. It was simple but short, stopping a few inches above my knees. I paired it with some boots, fixed my hair, and turned to Glyndon, who was already calling her driver.

"You ready?" she asked, slipping her phone into her pocket.

"Yeah, let’s just get this over with."

We headed downstairs, stepping outside where the car was waiting. The driver opened the door, and I slid in first, Glyndon following right after.

As soon as the door closed, the air between us shifted.

It was quiet.

Not the awkward kind.

The kind that felt... charged.

The kind where every little movement suddenly felt like something.

I could smell her perfume—soft, floral, with that hint of vanilla that made me want to lean closer just to breathe her in.

I shifted slightly, my knee brushing against hers. She didn’t move away.

Instead, she turned her head and looked at me, her eyes soft, warm, and filled with something I wasn’t ready to name.

My stomach did something weird.

I swallowed and glanced at the window, watching the buildings blur past. The ride was taking longer than I expected.

Too long.

I frowned. "Uh... where exactly is this church?"

Glyndon didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, she let out a small, amused him and said, "We’re not going to the church."

I turned to her, blinking. "What?"

"We’re not going to the church," she repeated, and now she was smiling.

I stared at her.

Then at the window.

Then back at her.

"You—" I pointed at her. "You lied to me."

Glyndon tilted her head, looking completely unbothered. "I never lied. I said come with me. You assumed."

I groaned, slumping back against the seat. "Unbelievable."

She laughed under her breath.

I crossed my arms. "So where are we going?"

"You’ll see."

I narrowed my eyes at her, but she just sat there, looking ridiculously pleased with herself.

A few minutes later, the car pulled to a stop in front of a restaurant—one of those fancy places with string lights and outdoor seating.

I turned to her. "You kidnapped me for a date?"

Glyndon smirked. "Is it kidnapping if you came willingly?"

I rolled my eyes but felt my face heat up.

She stepped out of the car first, holding out a hand. I hesitated, but then I took it. Her fingers laced with mine, and my heart did that stupid thing again.

This girl was going to be the death of me.

The second I stepped into the restaurant, I knew something was off. It was fancy—way too fancy.

The kind of place with golden lighting, candles on every table, and expensive silverware that looked like no one had ever actually used it.

But what stood out was the fact that it was empty. Not a single customer was in sight. Just us.

I slowed my steps, glancing around. "Okay, what the hell?"

Glyndon walked beside me, hands casually tucked into the pockets of her dress, looking way too pleased with herself.

"Why is no one here?" I asked, turning to her.

She shrugged, but there was a little smile playing on her lips. "Because I booked the restaurant for us."

I stopped in my tracks, staring at her like she’d just confessed to murder. "You did what?"

Glyndon tilted her head, still smiling. "I wanted it to be just us."

I blinked. "You’re insane."

She rolled her eyes. "It’s just dinner."

"No, it’s a whole restaurant." I gestured around us. "Like... an actual, full-ass restaurant. And you just kicked everyone out?"

"I didn’t kick anyone out," she said, amused. "I just reserved it. It’s not a big deal."

"Not a big deal?" I repeated. "Glyn, normal people don’t do this."

She just shrugged, unbothered. "Come on, let’s sit."

I sighed, shaking my head, but I followed her anyway.

A waiter—led us to a table near the windows. The view overlooked the city, the lights twinkling against the night sky, making the whole place feel even more surreal.

I pulled out a chair and dropped into it. "I feel like I’m about to be proposed to."

Glyndon laughed, sitting down across from me.

A menu was placed in front of me, but before I could even look at it, Glyndon rested her chin on her hand and said, "So. Tell me something about you."

I raised an eyebrow. "Something about me?"

She nodded. "Yeah. I feel like there’s a lot I don’t know. So, tell me stuff."

I leaned back in my chair. "Like what?"

"Anything," she said, eyes glinting with curiosity. "Your childhood, your hobbies, your embarrassing stories, your dreams. I wanna know it all."

I huffed a laugh. "You really wanna hear me ramble?"

She nodded, grinning. "Yep."

I thought about it for a second before shrugging. "Okay, well... I guess one thing you might not know is that my dream job is to be a professional hockey player."

Glyndon blinked. "Wait, seriously?" Does she really not know?

I smirked. "What? Didn’t think I was an athlete?"

"No, I just—" She shook her head, smiling. "I didn’t expect that you were really going pro. Hockey, huh?"

"Yep." I leaned forward, resting my arms on the table. "I’ve been playing since I was a kid. It’s always been my thing. Nothing makes me feel more alive than being on the ice."

Glyndon’s lips parted slightly, and she just... stared at me for a second.

"What?" I asked.

She shook her head again, softer this time. "Nothing. Just... I like hearing you talk about things you love."

That made my stomach flip.

I cleared my throat, suddenly feeling weirdly warm. "Yeah."

Glyndon grinned. "Alright. What’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever done?"

"Oh, easy," I said immediately. "Tried to do a backflip on my skateboard when I was thirteen."

Glyndon burst out laughing. "You’re lying." she ignored the second part. That was funny.

"I swear to God," I said. "Had a cast for weeks. My mom was so pissed."

She kept laughing, shaking her head. "You’re such an idiot."

"Hey, you asked."

We kept going back and forth like that—Glyndon asking questions, me answering, sometimes flipping it back on her.

The food arrived at some point, but I barely noticed. We were too wrapped up in conversation, in the effortless rhythm of it.

At some point, Glyndon reached across the table and lightly traced her fingers along my wrist. It was subtle, barely even a touch, but it sent a shiver down my spine.

I glanced up at her. She was watching me closely, her expression unreadable.

"What?" I asked, voice quieter now.

She tilted her head slightly, her fingers still resting against my skin. "Nothing. Just... I think I like you."

My breath caught.

Glyndon didn’t look away. She just kept looking at me, her thumb brushing over the inside of my wrist like she was memorizing me.

And for the first time in my life, I couldn’t think of a single damn thing to say.

A waitress came, carrying a large plate with a massive serving of tiramisu. She placed it in the center of the table with a polite smile before stepping away, leaving just the two of us and the faint flicker of candlelight between us.

I raised an eyebrow. "That’s a lot of tiramisu."

Glyndon leaned her chin on her hand, looking way too pleased with herself. "It’s my favorite."

I smirked. "Didn’t peg you for a sweets girl."

"I’m full of surprises," she said, nudging the plate toward me. "Try it."

I grabbed my spoon, ready to dig in, but the second I pressed it into the dessert, I noticed something.

The top layer of cocoa powder wasn’t just dusted on randomly. No. It had been carefully arranged into letters. Words. A message.

I frowned, leaning in.

Then my breath caught.

There, written in delicate script across the tiramisu, were five words.

Will you be my girlfriend?

I froze, spoon still halfway in the desert, heart slamming against my ribs.

Slowly, I looked up.

Glyndon was watching me, waiting, her expression unreadable.

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