Thorne's~~~~~
If communion is only for those who’ve confessed their sins, those clean, those pure—then I don’t belong anywhere near that altar. Mia has made sure of that. She didn’t just drag me into the dirt. She made me like it.
I used to believe I could be better. After Kameela... I swore I’d change. I told myself I’d fix everything. I’d turn toward the church. Do good. Be good. For God, for the people who looked at me and expected something more. But that didn’t last. Because all it took was her. One look. One taste. And suddenly I’m back where I started, except worse. Because now, I don't even want to fight it.
My fingers twitch on my thighs, like I can still feel her there. Even while she's peacefully dozing on my bare chest, I can’t help but think that my chest hair must be pokin
