Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 54: Just Us

Chapter 54: Just Us

-Kathrine Andrews (Song of the Chapter: Hotel by Montell Fish)

I didn’t go back to my room.

Not yet.

Instead, I found myself in Lily and Emma’s room, stretched out on Emma’s bed, staring at the ceiling while they talked. Or rather, while Lily talked and Emma absentmindedly scrolled through her phone, occasionally humming in acknowledgment.

"You’re quiet," Lily said, nudging me with her foot.

I blinked, realizing I had barely processed anything she’d been saying. "Tired," I muttered, a weak excuse at best.

She snorted. "No, you’re avoiding something."

Emma glanced up at that, her eyes flicking toward me with mild interest before shifting back to her phone. "Or someone," she said.

Lily’s eyes widened slightly before a knowing smirk pulled at her lips. "Ohhh. That’s right. You have to go back to your room with Glyndon, don’t you?"

I clenched my jaw.

Emma didn’t even bother to look up this time. "How bad is it?"

I exhaled slowly, rubbing my temple. "She’s unbearable."

Lily tilted her head. "So why does it seem like she’s the only thing on your mind?"

I shot her a look, but she just grinned.

"You should’ve seen her today," Emma added, still focused on her screen. "Kept staring at you like she had something to say. Or do. Then she ran to you like she wanted to protect you."

I ignored the way my stomach twisted at that. "She’s just..." I trailed off, shaking my head. "She’s weird. And annoying."

"Annoying," Lily echoed, raising an eyebrow. "Right."

Emma finally set her phone down, looking at me fully. "So what’s the plan? You gonna keep avoiding her, or are you gonna go back?"

I didn’t answer.

I didn’t want to go back.

Not because I was afraid of Glyndon. No, that would be ridiculous. She was the one with the problem. The one who kept looking at me like she wanted something from me but refused to acknowledge it. The one who cried—actually cried—because I ignored her.

She was the one making this weird.

And yet...

I sighed. "I should go."

Lily gave me a look like she was about to tease me, but Emma cut her off with a simple, "Good luck."

I scoffed but stood up, stretching before making my way to the door. My fingers hesitated on the handle for half a second before I pushed it open and stepped out.

The walk back to my room felt longer than it should have. The closer I got, the heavier the air seemed, the more my stomach twisted—not in fear, but something else.

I reached the door, my hand hovering over the knob.

She’s just annoying.

That’s all.

I pushed the door open.

And there she was.

Glyndon alone, Alex left.

Sitting on her bed, legs crossed, eyes immediately snapping to mine the second I stepped in.

The tension hit me instantly. Like a physical thing, thickening the air between us.

Her gaze dragged over me, slow and deliberate, her lips parting just slightly as if she had been waiting for me.

Waiting for this.

I swallowed. "What?"

Her lips curled, just barely. Not a smile. Something else.

"You finally decided to come back."

My fingers clenched around the strap of my bag. "It’s my room."

She hummed, tilting her head. "Is it?"

I narrowed my eyes. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

She didn’t answer right away. Just leaned back on her hands, watching me in that infuriating way of hers, like she knew something I didn’t.

Like she had already won a game I didn’t even know we were playing.

"You don’t want to be here, you spend most of your time with those two girls or Brandon," she said after a long moment. "But you had to come back to me eventually."

I exhaled sharply. " I came back to my room, not to you. I don’t have time for your—"

"Then don’t waste it," she cut in smoothly, her voice softer now. "Go to sleep. Pretend I don’t exist, just like you did before."

The way she said it—mocking, almost bitter—sent something sharp through my chest.

I turned away, shoving my bag onto my side of the room before pulling off my jacket. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of responding.

Silence settled between us.

I could feel her watching me, even with my back turned.

Still, I ignored her.

I climbed into bed, switched off the lamp on my side, and closed my eyes.

And then—

I heard the soft rustling of sheets. The slight creak of a mattress.

And suddenly, I knew.

She was getting up.

Moving closer.

The air shifted, and I felt her presence before I even opened my eyes.

I turned my head, and there she was.

Standing right beside my bed.

Too close.

Her gaze locked onto mine, something dark flickering behind her eyes.

My breath caught.

And then—

Darkness.

The lights cut off completely.

A beat of silence.

Then, Glyndon’s voice—low, near my ear.

"Sweet dreams, Kathrine."

The darkness made everything feel heavier.

I lay still, my heartbeat pounding in my ears, my body tense as I listened to Glyndon’s breathing. She hadn’t moved away. I could still feel her standing there, close enough that the warmth of her body seemed to seep into mine, even with the air between us.

I should have told her to back off. Should have pushed her away, and ignored her like I had been trying to for days especially after she started thinking she had the right to be possessive of me.

But I didn’t.

A long silence stretched between us.

Then—

The mattress dipped.

My entire body stiffened as I felt her weight settle at the edge of my bed.

"What the hell are you doing?" I muttered, keeping my voice low, like speaking any louder might shatter whatever fragile thing was hanging between us.

Glyndon didn’t answer immediately. I could feel her gaze on me, piercing even in the dark. Then, slowly, I felt it—her fingers, ghosting over the blanket near my hip. Just the barest touch.

I sucked in a sharp breath.

"Relax," she murmured. Her voice was softer than I expected. "I’m just sitting here."

"On my bed?"

"Where else would I go?"

"Anywhere else. To your own bed for example."

She let out a quiet laugh, low and teasing. "You could always make me move."

I should. I knew I should.

Instead, I turned my head slightly, my eyes adjusting to the dim lighting enough to make out the faint outline of her face.

Glyndon was smirking.

Like she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

Like she could see the way my fingers twitched, itching to push her away—but also to grab onto her, to pull her closer, to close the distance she was so blatantly taunting me with.

Her fingers traced an absent pattern against the sheets. Closer. Closer.

My breath caught when I felt them brush against my hip.

"You’re annoying," I muttered.

She hummed, not disagreeing. "And yet, you’re not telling me to stop."

I should.

But I didn’t.

Instead, my fingers curled into the fabric of the sheets. "What do you want, Glyndon?"

She leaned in slightly, and I felt the whisper of her breath against my skin. "I don’t know."

Liar.

I turned, fully facing her now. Even in the dark, I could see the way her lips parted slightly, the way her eyes flicked between mine.

There was something reckless in the air between us.

Something dangerous.

Something that made my pulse hammer in my throat.

I swallowed hard. "Go back to your bed."

She didn’t move.

Instead, her fingers traced just a little higher.

"Make me."

The challenge hung there, heavy and electric.

I exhaled sharply, reaching for her wrist, intending to shove her away—

But the moment my skin met hers, the moment I felt the warmth of her pulse under my fingertips—

She moved first.

Faster than I expected.

A shift of weight, a press of her body closer, a brush of lips so close to mine that I barely had time to think—

My grip on her wrist tightened.

She didn’t pull away.

Didn’t smirk.

Didn’t say a word.

She just stayed there, watching me, her breath warm against my lips, her body so close that I could feel the slow rise and fall of her chest against mine.

I should have pushed her away.

I should have ended this before it even started.

But I didn’t.

Because she was still looking at me like that.

Like she wanted this.

Like she wanted me.

Maybe I was an idiot, or maybe I was just tired of everything, but I moved first.

My fingers tightened around her wrist as I pulled her closer, my other hand coming up to curl into the fabric of her shirt.

Her lips barely parted before I kissed her.

It wasn’t slow.

It wasn’t careful.

It was desperate, rough, filled with frustration, and something too sharp, too dangerous to name.

She exhaled against my mouth, her body breasts pressed into mine, her hands finding my shoulders, gripping, holding like she wasn’t planning on letting go.

I didn’t want her to.

My back hit the mattress as she moved, shifting over me, her weight pressing down, her lips sliding against mine like she wanted to consume me whole.

I let her.

Because right now, I wanted the same thing.

My fingers tangled in her hair, tugging slightly, and she groaned into my mouth, her grip tightening where she held onto me.

Her teeth scraped against my bottom lip, and I gasped, but she swallowed the sound, deepening the kiss, and dragging me under with her.

I barely noticed when my shirt rode up, her fingers slipping beneath the fabric, burning against my skin.

I barely cared.

Because right now, nothing else existed.

Just her.

Just this.

Just us.