Tentacle Plant Lover: Sin (rough draft)

You often take a quick short cut to get to the back of the theatre. It cuts between fences and down a strange little alleyway, but it saves you time and you don’t have to fumble through your keys looking for the right one to get into the side gate. 

Sometimes, coming home that way, you see interesting things. Especially since lately you’ve been leaving the theatre late. Ever since recasting the lead as a result of a stream of untasteful social media posts, the production has gone into overtime every night to prepare the new cast member in the time left before opening. You don’t mind it at all though, you love your job and working with live theatre. The long days also help you avoid dealing with your mother whining over you not getting married yet. After your sister got married, it seems all she has time for is bemoaning how her eldest child isn’t settled. 

Anyways, the strange little alley you take often has a lot of interesting surprises during the evenings. Such as the little old lady who sits on her terrace every night peeling potatoes. The potatoes skins fall down on the ground from above and she hums a tune you’ve never heard before. There’s often a lot of cats in the ally, as well as some kids who are trying hangout in peace. 

One evening, as you’re heading home, you’re coming to the old lady’s terrace when a pot comes crashing down from above. You yelp and clutch your nonexistent pearls. Looking up, you see a bright orange tabby on the railing and then the little old lady leans over.

“Sorry he scared you, sweetie. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you call up to her. You stoop down, gathering up the plant from the shattered pot. “But your poor plant!”

The old lady scoffs while the tabby purrs. “Envy here has never cared for that one. I can’t tell you how many times he’s tried to do away with it. Do you like plants?”

The plant appears to be a succulent, but it looks rather in ill shape. Some of the leaves are soggy and browning, drooping possibly from the fall, but more than likely, stressed and unattended to from all of Envy’s attacks.

“I do,” you glance back up at the woman. “I have a small garden in my kitchen.”

The woman smiles and waves her hand. “Then why don’t you take it? It could use a nice home, and you look pretty enough to make any plant happy.”

You scoop the plant into your palms, trying to make sure the roots are okay. “Thank you! I actually have an extra pot that would be perfect for it.” You’ve never seen a plant like it before though, succulent or not, the leaves look strange, almost alien. “Can you tell me what it is?”

“It’s a plant!” She says cheerfully.

Rather than pushing the subject you wave up at her. “Thanks again, I’ll take good care of it, I promise.”

You head on home with your new roommate, taking it to the kitchen where your other plants are waiting. You have a thing for saving the neglected plants in the garden centers of department stores, getting them the attention and love they need, which has resulted as a lush green landscape in your kitchen. 

You get your newest addition potted and trim away the injured or dying leaves. The way this plant grows it reminds you of aloe, but the leaves are much more jagged, taking on a star shape that stacks upon itself, giving it a spiky christmas tree look. 

“We’ll get you back to snuff in no time,” you say tenderly to the plant. You then take from the fridge the rice starch water you use to water your plants. You get the dirt moist around the plant then set it where it will get good sun the next day.

“Let’s see,” you murmur as you gaze at the new plant. “What should I name you?” Each of your plants had special names, something that reminded you of the day you got them. The cat’s name was Envy, which was also a character in the book you were currently reading. “I know it’s not the cutest of names, but I think Sin suits you just fine. It sounds cute without context,” you chuckle.

The next morning you find that Sin’s soil is bone dry, as if you hadn’t watered it at all. You give Sin and extra helping of water, setting a plate under the pot just in case. Already though, Sin’s color looks brighter and the leaves are starting to look plump and healthy.

Coming home that evening, you also found the dirt was bone dry. Knowing you had watered it, even gave it a touch extra, you were a bit confused. Not knowing exactly what this plant was, you could possibly not know the proper care for it, much like the potato lady. You decide the best option is to put an automatic waterer in the pot with the plant, that way, it could have water when it needed it. But once again, overnight, the dirt is dry and the waterer was completely empty. 

The plant did look bigger though, and already, the leaves you had pruned were starting to grow out again. Whatever this plant was, it was some sort of super plant. So, before you went to work, you set the pot in a shallow bowl full of starch water, hoping that it will keep the dirt moist enough for the plant. You also take pictures, so on your way to work, you could stop by your favorite greenhouse to ask for advice.

“It looks like a tiger's tooth aloe, but also not like it at all,” the lady replies. “And you say the dirt is always dry no matter what you do?”

You nod and scratch your chin. “I’ve never seen a plant leave the dirt dry. I’m starting to wonder if I’m supposed to just have the roots suspended in water.” 

“What did the roots look like?”

You shrug. “Like normal roots, although they were kind of thick.”

“I’ll try to look up what I can, but just keep watering it. If it wasn’t properly taken care of before it could just be needing it right now. Give it time.”

You did, but Sin continued to guzzle water like it was in a drought. Not to mention it was getting bigger and bigger every day. It sprouted more, and you soon had to transfer Sin to a bigger pot. Some of the leaves grew limp over the side while others were stiff and reached up high. The more you watered Sin, it just kept growing.

Work had gone well that evening, practice for the play was going smooth like butter. Everyone was pleased with how it was turning out. Unfortunately, as you went home, your mother called. Thinking perhaps it was her just checking in, you answered. The conversation was going well until it wasn’t. You mother started going on about how well your little sister was doing with her new husband and how they were looking for a house. It would be okay if your mother simply said ‘I’m worried and only want something nice like this for you.’ Instead she had to say something much worse. “I just want you to get married.” 

The words felt like she didn’t care and that she only wanted it for herself. You could probably marry the next jerk off the street and it would make her happy, just so long as you followed the heteronormative norm. It was exhausting, that’s all she ever talked about was how she wishes you were married or that she’s so happy your sister is married. Even your sister, the married one, calls you up sick about it.

“I didn’t marry my husband for her, I married him because we talked it through and wanted to. Why does it feel like she’s treating my marriage as a favor to her?” You had called your sister after the disastrous call with your mother to calm down.

“Because dad divorced her and something in her snapped,” you answer.

“Try not to let her get to you. Had I known she’d get worse after the wedding, I wouldn’t have done it,” she laughs.

“No, I’m glad you did. You two are so happy together, I like to see it. When you find a house let me know, I’d like to see it.”

“A house?” She sounds confused. “What house?”

“Mom said you were-” you then huff. “Is she wanting you to get a house?”

Your sister groans. “Yeah. She thinks our apartment is too small.”

“For the baby?” You say mockingly.

Your sister busts out laughing. “She’s not said it yet, but she’s saying it! Even though I told her we don’t plan on having any kids besides our dogs!”

You hear something rattle from the kitchen. “We need to have a talk with her eventually.” You walk towards the kitchen door and search in the dark for a light switch,

“Yeah I guess.”

Something shatters and you yelp.

“What was that? Are you okay?”

You find the light switch and when the lights are on you see that Sin’s pot has fallen onto the floor. “Yeah. It’s fine. But one of my plants fell, I need to clean it up.”

“Oh, okay,” she says unsurely. “Well, if you need to talk anymore give me a call.”

“Will do, thanks.” You hang up and kneel down to clean up the mess. As you turn the pot over, you can’t find Sin. “What the fuck?” You whisper in disbelief. You search under the table and cabinets to find the plant, but there’s nothing! It’s as if Sin disintegrated on impact. But Sin had gotten so big, it seemed impossible for it to just have vanished like that.

You stand and hear something rustle behind you. Every hair on your body stands on end, so you reach for the frying pan on the stove. You turn, hearing the rustle again. You hold your breath, trying to keep every sound you make as quiet as possible.

You poke your head out of the kitchen door, but you don’t see anything. Stepping out, you listen closely to every sound, getting pissed at any cars that drive by the apartment. You start to think you were hearing things when you hear the shower turn on in the bathroom.

Every cell in your body goes on high alert, it feels as though your entire body is tingling and vibrating to prepare to disperse should someone actually be in your shower. You quietly tiptoe to the bathroom, peering in the open door. You hear a moan from inside and your heart stops.

“Who is in there! I’ve got a weapon!”

There’s no answer from the bathroom.

“Are you a ghost?” Your voice cracks.

Something green hangs over the shower rod and down the curtain. The long tendrils flare out in spiky protrusions that flex open and close. You swallow your heart back down from your throat as you step into the bathroom. More green limbs pop out along the shower and when you snatch open the curtain, you see Sin is laying under the shower.

“What the-”

Sin reaches up and turns off the water. The long limbs hanging from the shower belongs to it. Sin sits quietly in the pool of water, not moving, not saying anything.

“I didn’t think you’d mind,” Sin speaks.

You scream and nearly topple down, but Sin’s vines catch you and keep you from slamming your head against the doorframe. 

“Sorry.” Sin’s voice is smooth and even, almost comforting if it wasn’t a plant talking!

“What’s going on!” You struggle against the limbs, but they’re all that’s holding you up now. “What are you? Are you an alien?”

Sin sits up in the tub and between the tendrils you see two bright pink eyes glowing. “I’m Sin, like you called me. Thank you, by the way, for getting me away from that cat. He was awful.”

Your heart is still pounding like a jackhammer on asphalt. It feels as though you might never calm down from this. “Suh-sure,” you stutter.

“It’s okay,” Sin’s deep voice murmurs. “I know this is weird, but I’ve been wanting to talk to you for a long time.”

“Yeah it’s weird,” you gasp. “How long have you uhm...been this way?”

“Always, I could see you and hear you, but I was still too small to be able to reply back to you.” Sin’s voice is mellow and tempered. “Today I was able to wiggle from the pot, but when I did, I felt so dry.”

“Oh,” you start to feel yourself calming down. “Well, next time, give me a warning before you...do that.”

Sin lifts a tentacle and brushes it against your cheek and moves your hair away from your face. “There, much better.”

“Wow,” you whisper. “Sorry, I’m still in shock over this.”

“I didn’t want to scare you,” Sin says. “You’ve done so much for me, I feel as though I owe you so much.”

You get to where you can stand on your own and you try to take in the giant plant that’s filled your bathtub. “I think no matter what you would have scared me. I’m still kind of...uncertain. I don’t know if this is a ‘feed me Seymour; citation or not.”

Sin’s eyes glow slightly brighter. “Whose Seymour?” 

You smile shyly. “Never mind, I’m just saying this might take me some time to get used to. I’ve never had a plant burst to sentiance on me before.”

Sin rises up in the bathtub, tendrils dripping with warm water. They stand taller than you, almost hitting against the shower rod. “Don’t worry, I’ll pretty much be the same as before, but if you need help around the house I would be happy to help.”

You don’t see anything beyond their vines besides the glowing pink eyes. They blink and shift along the body, seeming to appear where Sin wants to look the most. You wonder if this is really a ‘Little Shop of Horrors’ situation, and Sin came here from outer space to conquer the planet. Or maybe it’s something else, maybe they’re some sort of demon plant. Maybe this is just the next step in evolution. Who knows? Certainly of all you don’t.

“Actually,” the words come to you before you even have time to process how asinine the idea is. “I could use someone to pretend to be a boyfriend for me.” It sounds so much more convoluted when you say it outloud you suddenly regret it.

Sin tilts to the side. “Boyfriend?” Several eyes blink open at once and go wide.

“You know,” you start to plan a way to get out of this idea. “Like a partner. Someone who is romantically involved.”

Sin’s tentacles shift and the spiky parts stick up, making their whole form fluff. “You want me to be your partner?”

You quickly shake your head. “No! No! Nothing like that. It’s stupid, forget I said it.”

“I know you get upset when you talk to your mother on the phone,” Sin says thoughtfully. “Does she make you feel bad for not having a partner?”

You grimace. “You’ve heard all of that?”

“I told you, I could hear and understand everything, I just couldn’t reply to it until now.” Sin reaches out and touches you, as they do the spiky parts close up so the tendrils are silky and cool against your skin. “It makes me upset to see you hurt by whatever mother says.”

“It’s okay,” you say in defeat. “Mom has had it hard for a while. She tends to hyperfocus on these things so-” You trail off as Sin’s limbs pull you close. The spiky leaves all close up, giving their body that soft, bubbly feel. They also have a scent that is relaxing, almost like yuzu. It’s crisp and woody, almost feeling cooling to the senses.

“Oh uh, thanks.” You say in surprised awe to the hug.

“I’ll pretend to be this boyfriend, if you think it will help in keeping you from getting hurt.” Sin kneels down close to you. “I wouldn’t mind at all.”

You smile then start to laugh nervously. “Well, with a voice like that, I think she would be fooled.”

Years of working in theatre have prepared you for this moment. You build up a script in your head for how to naturally introduce Sin as a boyfriend. First, you’ll have him make noises in the background during calls. Over time, he’ll start talking while you’re on the phone. Once your mom is curious enough, which won’t take long, you introduce Sin over the phone as Seymour.

“She sounds pushy,” Sin says after one such call.

“She can be,” you sigh. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to talk to her again if you don’t want to.” You set your phone aside and smile up at Sin. It’s been a few weeks since they scared the daylights out of you. Now, you’ve come to enjoy having them there. Sin helps clean up around the place, and he does the dishes you tend to ignore doing. Not only that, it’s helped you sleep a little more soundly at night knowing Sin is with you. Not to mention they have really helped lower your stress in dealing with your mother.

“I don’t mind. It helps you.” Sin brushes a limb against your hair to tuck it behind your ear. “Did you hear what we were talking about?”

“I was changing the sheets on my bed,” you reply. “I didn’t wanna be nosy. I figured you would handle her well enough without me.”

Sin shifts, seeming nervous about their response. “She asked me what it was about you that I was attracted to.”

“Oh god,” you huff. “I’m sorry. She didn’t mean that to sound as awful as it was. I’m sure she was just being nosy.”

“I wasn’t sure what to say at first, because I had so many thoughts come in at once.” Their deep voice is gentle and soft, it almost reminds you of a thick blanket rustling on a cold night.

Your heart skips a beat. “What do you mean?”

Sin fidgets in place, lowering themself down so they appear quite small. “It’s just that, I don’t have one thing I feel like I can focus on when I think about you. Sometimes, I’m just happy to have you close by. Other times, I like to feel how warm you are. And then in the evenings when you come home after it rains and there are droplets in your hair, and you smell cool, and your skin is flushed pink. I just-” They go silent, as does your pulse. 

You take a breath just to make sure you’re not dreaming. “What did you end up saying to her?”

Sin’s eyes glow softly between the vines. “I told her that because of you, I felt purpose and joy. It wasn’t just one thing I was attracted to, but when I put them all together, it was one thing, and it was just you.”

You’re almost as scared as you were the night that Sin made themself known, only this time there was a tinge of excitement and awe to it. “Wow. You’re a better romantic writer than most people would ever dream to me.” You laugh to try and dissuade the tension growing. “You must have really impressed my mother.”

“I don’t care if I impress her or not,” Sin grumbles. “The only person I care about impressing is you.”

Your cheeks burn as you clutch your hands over your knees. “So that wasn’t some creative writing exercise. That was...that was real?”

Sin rises up a bit more so that now you’re eye level with them. “I’ve known that from the first moment I met you. The way you held me so dearly and you talked to me with that gentle tone. I felt safe and protected in a way I never have before. Knowing you were watching over me, it allowed me to grow like I have. I want to be able to do the same for you, even if all you see is a plant.”

You sniffle, unable to stop the tears that surface. “I’m sorry.” You cup your hands around your face. “No one has ever said something like that to me before I-”

Something wet touches your cheek and you see a purple tongue emerge from Sin’s vines. The tongue laps up your tears and Sin sighs softly. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

You shake your head. “It’s a good cry, Sin. A nice cry.” You smile at them and giggle as their tongue darts over your cheek again. “Thank you. I don’t think you realize how much that means to me.” You hiccup try to gather yourself from bursting into tears again. “It was beautiful.”

“If what I said it beautiful, it’s only because you’re beautiful.”

More tears fall. “You’re too good at this!”

“I’m sorry!” Sin yelps.

“It’s okay,” you laugh despite your blubbering. “Where did you learn to speak like that? I don’t even have any poetry books here.”

Sin licks your cheek again. “The old lady I used to live with, she used to watch old movies all the time. I learned a lot of things from them being played. As long as that stupid cat wasn’t around.”

“I see.” You steady yourself, taking a deep breath to stop the tears. “That makes sense.” You look at Sin’s glowing eyes. “How can I kiss you?”

Sin’s spikes stick out all at once. “You would do that?”

You nod gently. “I’d like to. After all you’ve said, it makes me want to kiss you.”

“I didn’t mean that at all. You don’t have to. But I would like-” Sin hesitates, shrinking back down. “I’ve never kissed anyone. I fear it might be weird.”

“I can close my eyes if you’d like.” You place your palm over your eyes. “Will that help you any?”

“Maybe?” You feel the silky touch of Sin’s tentacles on your face. They slip under you chin, tilting your head up. You then feel the sensation of something wet tracing your lips. Their tongue licks you, slowly pressing into your mouth. Sin whimpers, pulling away for a moment. Their tongue tasted sweet, almost like honeysuckle with a bit of lemon.

Then there is something soft and cool against your skin. You kiss it and Sin shudders, pulling away again. “I’m getting too excited.”

You open your eyes and smile at them. “It was nice.”

“Was it?” Sin looks up at you. “It didn’t feel strange?”

“It was different and new, but I wouldn’t call it strange right away.” You wink at them. 

Sin sits up tall again and many eyes open. “If I try hard enough, and I earn it, do you think I could be your boyfriend for real?”

You nod, not sure what to say or do, but knowing that you would never say no. 

A few days later, you’re coming home from work, walking down that same alley as before. You haven’t seen the potato lady in a while, but tonight she’s sitting on her terrace peeling potatoes like always.

“It’s supposed to rain soon,” she warns. “Do you have an umbrella.”

“I’m afraid I don’t.” You stop and look up at her. “I wanted to ask you, where di you get that plant you gave me?”

She leans over the railing. “I’m sorry dearie, I can’t hear you. What did you say?”

“I wanted to know where you got that-” All at once the rain comes down in a thick heavy sheet. It felt like it slapped you in the face and filled your open mouth. Needless to say, you never got your answer. Instead you bolted home, running through the rain. Once you made it home, you were soaked to the bone.

“Are you alright?” Sin comes to you as you slap your soggy shoes aside.

“I’m okay,” you huff. “Just wet.”

“Well here, let me help you.” Sin helps take off your cardigan then goes to take off your shirt and you stop them.

“I’ll go undress in the bathroom,” you say. “I would love some hot tea though.”

“I’ll get a pot on for you.” Sin quickly.

When his vines touched your skin a spark had gone through your body. It wasn’t nerves or even a slight hint of fear, it was pleasure. You go to the bathroom, stripping off the wet clothes and tossing them over the shower rod. You take a deep breath then dry off your face and hair.

Sin knocks on the bathroom door. “I put your robe in the dryer for you. So it’ll be nice and warm when you’re ready.”

“Thank you.” They know what you want even before you do. 

You wash your face, getting off the makeup that’s already running. Patting the towel over your face you take a calming breath. You still have that excited sensation coursing through you from when Sin touched you. It was an innocuous touch, they just wanted to help. But something about just them touching you made you happy about it.

You crack open the bathroom door. “Sin, I’m ready.” A moment later they held up the fluffy, warm robe to you. 

“Tea is ready to! I made you the cinnamon one.”

“That’s perfect thank you.” After putting on the robe you join Sin at the table where they have the tea waiting. They even already added a little milk to help it cool off.

“Aside from getting caught in the rain, how was your day?” Sin asks.

You blow on your tea and take a small sip. “It was good. We’re getting close to our dress rehearsal so everyone is on pins and needles.”

Sin lays on the table, their pink eyes looking up at you. “Are you worried about anything with it?”

“No, I feel really good about this. The only thing I’m worried about is how tired I’ve been,” you chuckle. “But eh, that’s normal. I was told as a kid that being an adult just meant being tired all the time.”

Sin places a tendril in your hair. “Let me brush your hair. One second.” They scurry off to the bathroom and then a second later you feel the brush at your back. Sin starts at the ends, working their way up. Sometimes they touch the back of your neck, sending an excited current down your spine. 

“That feels nice, Sin.” You try to distract yourself by sipping coffee.

“I always want to make you feel nice,” Sin answers cheerfully. “If there is anything else I could do for you, let me know.”

You think long and hard on what you should do and what you shouldn’t. You then slip your robe down around your shoulders. “Do you mind rubbing my neck and shoulders a bit?”

“Oh.” Sin sounds breathless. “I can!” Their limbs smooth out into that silky bubble texture. They knead into your shoulders and the back of your neck slowly, seemingly unsure at first. You bite your lip as their touch grows more intense.

When a moan escapes your throat Sin suddenly pulls away.

“What’s wrong?” You pull up the robe again and turn around. “Sorry about that. It just felt really good.”

Sin sways side to side. “Nothing is wrong. But that sound, it just-”

“I’ll be quiet.”

Sin shakes. “No. I liked it. In fact, I would love to hear more of your voice like that. But I know I have to earn such a thing. I can’t just want it and take it. I have to wait.”

You rub the robe between your fingers. “Wait for what?”

“Wait for you to love me,” their voice is soft and lovely. “So that, when I do cause you to make those sounds, it’s because you want me to.”

“I want you to, Sin.” You stand up and let the robe open up, exposing your naked body to them. “Please?”

Sin goes stone still, but you can hear them breathing. Their eyes flicker all at once and they rise up tall over you. “Really?”

You nod. “I keep thinking about you and how much you’ve come to mean to me.” You take a step closer to Sin and they place limbs on your shoulders. “Ever since that night where you told me how you felt, I keep thinking that perhaps...I feel that way too.”

Sin shivers and more of their vines begin to touch you. “Do you?”

You smile and reach up, searching through the vines to find something solid beneathe. “I do, Sin. I can’t hide how much anymore.”

Sin scoops you up all at once and carries you hurriedly off to the bedroom. “Sin!” You cry out in surprise.

“I’m so happy, I can’t wait to show you.” Sin keeps you held up in the air on their tentacles, each limb slowly closing so every vine is smooth and silky. They brush away the robe so you lay naked in their arms. You wiggle, feeling nervous about how high they’re holding you, but excited to see what they have in mind.

Sin’s leans over you and their long purple tongue darts over your skin. It moves between your breasts, down your belly. It tickles the soft folds where your hips meet your belly. You giggle as it tickles and their tongue slips between your thighs.

“Is it alright?” Sin asks. “I’ll stop if this is too much.”

You open your thighs for them and reach down. You slowly touch yourself as Sin watches. Your fingers open up the mound to show off the lips inside. Your fingertips dance around your clit, rubbing it until a low moan escapes your throat.

Sin gasps and eases themself closer. They tongue darts over your folds, it then presses closer. They then slip their tongue inside.

“It’s wet!” They gasp in awe.

You bite your cheek and nod. “The more you touch me, the wetter I’ll get.”

Sin’s tentacles start to envelope your body. They squeeze around your breasts, hug your waist, and rub your arms. One replaces your finger, swirling around your clit while Sin’s tongue travels back inside. They moan and slurp, their body shivering as they start to make you feel heated and dizzy. Your voice escapes, panting and moaning as Sin leaves nothing untouched.

“So warm!” Sin pulls back, tongue hanging between the vines. “Can I try more?”

You’re not sure what more he could try. “I’d like that,” you mewl between deep breaths.

Sin sits up straight and the tentacle on your clit eases down. It rubs at your vulva, catching the wetness that has been dripping. It then slowly eases inside and you and Sin moan with the same breath.

“I can’t believe how good that feels,” Sin moans. “So warm and wet, so snug!” They push the tentacle in deeper, thrusting it back then pulling it shallow where they swirl.

You cry out, bucking your hips to feel more. Sin’s voice is deeper now, more desperate. They wiggle the tendril inside you, pulling it out and using another limb. You whimper and shiver, throwing your head back as Sin coaxes from you more than just excitement.

“Your body is amazing,” Sin pants. “I never want to let go.”

“Sin, I’m gonna come!”

Sin’s tentacle inside twitches, it starts moving harder inside you. It feels like it’s opening up and the bubbly texture becomes more intense. You squeeze hard around him, crying out with abandon as the climax builds to high pressure. 

It feels like steam releasing from your entire body all at once. You go stiff, then limp, you body surging as Sin’s tentacle keeps moving. He snarls and thrusts, gasping and breathing softly. A jelly like substance drips from inside you. It’s clear and goopy, looking almost like aloe gel.

Sin keeps you help aloft in their vines but slowly they move closer to you. The kiss your body before giving you a soft, long kiss to the lips.

You wrap your arms around Sin. “How do you feel?”

“Amazing,” he chuckles. “What about you?”

“I’m worried,” you confess. 

Sin shudders. “What?” 

“I amy not sleep tonight,” you flash them a devilish smirk. “Because you were too good at that.”

Sin chuckles excitedly. “I’ll do whatever you want. I love you.”

You hold Sin close to you and sigh because you know what’s right in your heart at that exact moment. “I love you too, Sin.”

They squeeze tight around you. “I’m so happy. I really don’t know what to do with myself.”

“Just lay here with me,” you whisper. “Stay with me.”