C96 Chapter Ninety Six

Martins pov

It's a Sunday morning, Sinclair had her feet in a bowl of warm water, and her head covered in a warm towel, a day away from work, she had the magazine facing her masked face, , “ you have been staring at me, am I developing, mole on my face?,” she asked flipping the covers

“yes, on your left cheek”

“ silly”

Her eyes held mine, as she grinned sheepishly,

“ would be back” I said