Sinnful Temptations✔️

c h a p t e r - t h r e e

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Lilah's POV.

I make my own lunch and eat it in my room, whilst working on a paper. Micah leaves for work and shortly after, there's a knock on my door.

I open it to find Sinn looking sheepish.

"Hey. Don't suppose you could give me a hand with this chest of drawers, please?" He asks, his chestnut eyes glinting with hope.

Damn.

How is he so bloody attractive?

"Sure."

I force a smile and follow him into his room, cursing internally as his delicious smell wafts up my nose.

He smells so masculine and sexy, it's annoying.

"I'm not small enough to fit in the gap. Could you slide in and try to ease it back?" He points to the gap between the corner walls and the drawers.

"I can try," I mutter and slide my leg in first.

"Hmm, maybe you're not small enough either," he teases, and I scoff at him.

"Cheeky sod," I reply and push myself the rest of the way into the gap.

I wrap my hands around the drawers and try to shift them.

"Could you push on them, and I'll make sure they're in the right place?" I call and Sinn comes over to push the drawers.

I line them up with the wall as he pushes, cursing when my fingers get trapped between the wall and the unit.

"Shit," I swear and quickly pull my hand out.

I step back out from the gap.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" He apologises and reaches for my hand.

"It's fine, I didn't move it in time. It's my fault," I respond, and he takes my hand gently in his inked ones.

"No, I'm sorry."

He leans down and presses his full lips to the back of my hand.

"All better," he teases and grins at me.

My heart flutters in response.

What the hell is this guy doing to me?

"Right. One last thing."

He changes the subject and points to his TV, which is on a coffee table.

"I can't seem to get it even, and this is the kind of thing that bothers me," he says, and I nod in agreement, it would bother me too if my TV was off-centre.

"Could you push it whilst I guide you? I think it's too far left at the moment," he suggests.

I bend over and push the TV a little bit to the right.

"How about that?" I ask over my shoulder.

"A little more, little bit more, stop!" I do as he orders and take a step back.

He looks at the TV, his hand cupping his chin, finger tapping his cheek whilst he thinks.

"Maybe a bit too right now, tiny bit back," he says, and I resist rolling my eyes.

I bend back down and move the TV a couple centimetres to the left.

"Damn, just perfect," he comments, and I frown.

Is he satisfied now?

"What a view," he says, and I feel my cheeks flush.

I straighten up and spin around to face him. He smirks, knowing he's been caught.