Every Saint Needs a Sinner

conclusion & sneak peak

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C O N C L U S I O N 

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This page is further information for what's to come now that I have completed Every Saint Needs a Sinner. You might have seen this in the 'forward', but Every Saint Needs a Sinner is Book I in The Boulder Series. The next book to come is All of My Life, which will tell Aurora and Wyatt's story. 

As of right now, my plan is to post the book cover, description and story details to Wattpad in the next couple of weeks. Once the details are posted, you will then see when the first chapters are scheduled to go up along with a posting schedule. 

I want to offer another big shoutout and thank you to everyone who read Every Saint Needs a Sinner, voted, and commented!! It truly means so much to me! Writing has been something that I've always done, for as long as I can remember. But it's only recently become something that I want to with my life. I think part of me always knew I was meant to be an author, and now that I'm honoring that, I am so grateful to have people who enjoy my work as much as I enjoy creating it. I also love connecting with my readers, so if you have any questions about Every Saint Needs a Sinner (or my other stories) and characters, please don't hesitate  to reach out! 

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x, 

- Rose

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S N E A K     P E A K 

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Book II: All of My Life 

A gentle knock sounds at the door then before it opens a bit.

"Hey," Wyatt steps into the room slightly. "You up?"

"Yeah." I croak weakly, uncovering my eyes and sitting up slowly in bed against his headboard. He looked good, something which felt unfair because I knew he had to be hungover too. Dressed in athletic shorts and a large band t-shirt, the same necklaces I'd been so fixated on last night hanging around his neck. His hair looks a bit damp too, like he'd already showered this morning.

He moves to the bed slowly, sitting on the edge at my feet, maintaining a good amount of distance between us.

"Um," I hesitate, unsure what to say and he smiles gently. "So, last night..."

"Yeah," he nods slowly, running a hand through his hair. "I, um, I feel like it's my fault."

"No," I reassure him instantly, and he raises an eyebrow. "No, it wasn't just you. It was me too, I mean, we'd both been drinking. We weren't thinking straight."

"True, but I was—it started way before we ever got back to my apartment for me," he admits slowly. "I knew what I wanted to do if we were alone together, and I let it happen, even though I should know better."

"Honestly," I nod. "I started—well, I thought about things when we danced together at the party last weekend. And I think part of me hoped we would be alone together last night."

We watch each other for a moment then, both realizing that we're in the same boat. The attraction and desire are mutual, and it didn't just start out of the blue last night. The real question is: what happens now?

"So," I start again. "I guess, I just, I don't want to come between you and Ryder."

"I know," he nods. "I don't want to ruin my friendship with him or my friendship with you. But I can't pretend that I regret last night because I don't. And I can't pretend that I'm not—well, that I'm not insanely attracted to you right now."

"I feel the same way," I tell him, and he sighs deeply, almost like he's relieved but also now, more conflicted than ever. "Maybe we should give each other some space?"

He frowns, glancing away from me and resting his elbows on his knees while he tugs a hand through his hair again. I can see that he's struggling to make up his mind, and I am too, especially because last night is still so fresh in both our memories.

"I like hanging out with you," he mutters slowly. "These past few weeks, I don't know, I've been having fun. But ... maybe you're right. Maybe we're just confused."

"If we take some space and I don't know, hang out with other people, then maybe we'll both get whatever this is out of our systems." I reason and he nods.

"Okay," he says, looking at me again and I can see something torn in his eyes, like he doesn't want to put an end to this so soon, but he knows we need to.

"And look," I sit forward a bit. "I really don't regret last night either, I mean, that—it was really good. But I think we both know it can't happen again."

"I know." He agrees, grinning and shaking his head. "Yeah, it definitely can't happen again. Because if it does ..."

He says a lot when he trails off, not giving a voice to the feeling in the air between us. The feeling that one wrong move and we could both end up in a worse situation than the one we're in right now. Right now, we can chalk it up to a drunk, albeit reckless moment. We can blame tequila, and the night, and deny that there's anything more.

But if it happens again, it won't be that simple. 

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