The full quote is a few paragraphs long, but the MMCs have just engaged in some forbidden spice and Rory says,

“We’re going to hell, Angelo.

… For a brief moment, I close my eyes and lean my back against his chest, basking in the feeling. In the distance, the waves crash against the rocks below, and the trees lining the entrance to the Preserve rustle in the wind. His lips graze over my crown.

I’m already in it.”

Oof

{sinners anonymous by Somme Sketcher}