Thorne’s POV
“Come and tell me about your feelings…” I said, my voice low, seductive, as I slowly buttoned up my shirt and pulled on my pants.
She shook her head. “No… I’m not going anywhere. The only place I need to be is my house. It’s late. I need to leave.” Her eyes shut tight, like just looking at me naked was too much for her.
That innocence.
So pure. So untouched—real.
One glance at her, and all the Kameelis in the world meant nothing. She was worth more than every cup of communion I’d ever raised. More than the collar I wore. More than God’s judgment.
I stepped closer. My breath brushing against hers. She stiffened.
“We’re going to the parish house,” I said quietly, brushing a kiss against her lips. “You’ll spend the night there. Maybe two more. We’ll… nurture those feelings
