Mia's POV. 9.
"Come around..." he said.
My heart thudded so hard I thought it echoed in the wooden walls.
I blinked. "But Sister Annalisa-"
I turned slightly, peeking through the booth's side slat.
She was still kneeling in front of the altar, fingers tightly wrapped around her rosary, whispering prayers with her eyes clenched shut.
Deep in devotion. Not even breathing in our direction.
My legs moved before my brain could catch up.
I stood. Fast. My knees weak, but I walked to the side door and pushed it open. The moment I stepped inside his side of the booth, the air changed.
Heavy. Sinful. Thicker than incense.
And then our eyes met.
God.
He was already hard. So hard it was pushing against the front of his priestly robe, thick and swollen, angry like it needed release.
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