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yeah, thanks. But couldn’t I have been clean and dressed nicer before he was delivered?
    “Hi.” Sweat ran into her eyes, and she swiped her arm across her brow, the sleeve of her sweatshirt absorbing some of the moisture from her flushed face. Her breath was ragged, as much from seeing him as from her run.
    “How are you, darlin’?” he asked.
    “Good. A little sweaty,” she said with a laugh, “but good. You?”
    “I’m good, too. Nice shorts.”
    His eyes on her legs warmed them a bit. “Thanks. I like your outfit, too. Where are you headed this early all dressed up?”
    The grin on his blushing face gave him an endearing look that caressed her heart. “I’m headed to church.” He nodded toward the chapel.
    She loved the sound of the word coming from his mouth—it sounded like “charch.” But she wasn’t as crazy about his being religious enough to actually step into the chapel for a service. One of God’s tricks—sending her a pious man? Her mother always said that the universe sends you what you need. Maybe Sean would tap an undiscovered part of herself.
    “Oh.” She dropped her eyes to the sidewalk, nodded, swallowing her laughter. “Right.” She raised her eyes to his. “Going in to confess your sins?”
    His smile grew and he nodded slowly, keeping his eyes on hers. “I am.”
    “Any of them about me?” she asked.
    “All of them.”
    Those three little words squeezed her heart and tossed it into the air. She moved closer to him, ran her hands up the front of his knobby sweater, and settled her palms atop the thudding beat in his chest.
    “Am I the evil temptation you’re praying God will deliver you from?”
    His blue eyes grew dark and heavy, and he stepped closer to her so that their bodies touched, chest to thigh. He smelled clean and fresh and innocent, and she felt like the forbidden fruit.
    “You are my temptation, Kristin. But God won’t keep me from you. He and I made a deal about that the night I first laid eyes on you.”
    Before she could protest how sweaty she was, he cupped his hand at the side of her face, leaned in, and gave her a very non-pious kiss on the mouth that made her blood run hot.
    Organ music rang out from the small chapel, which seemed to be the signal to end the kiss, because he did. He touched his forehead with hers. “See you tonight, darlin’,” he whispered against her mouth.
    “I’ll be clean by then,” she whispered back and brushed her open mouth across his lips, just barely touching them.
    “So will I.” He kissed her once more, twirling his tongue with hers, then backed away. Giving her a cherubic smile, he heeded the hymn that called him to come to the table.
    Her muscles seemed to have atrophied at his confession, locking her in place as she watched the man of her dreams slip into the chapel. For a split second, she felt a tug pulling her to join him. To share something pure with him. Only when the doors closed was she able to shake off the feeling and move toward her dorm. The gym would have to wait. She needed a long, cold shower to get her body, if not her soul, clean.
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    Kristin shut off the blow dryer and listened intently. Sean’s ringtone blared from her phone. Wearing nothing but a smile on her face, she raced to grab the device from the charger on her nightstand. The time was 7:02. He was early.
    “Hey, darlin’. You clean?”
    She chuckled. “I’m clean, but I need another twenty-eight minutes to get ready.”
    “I’ll take you as you are right this second…gorgeous or merely beautiful.”
    “Right this second, my hair is wet and I’m naked.”
    “Naked’s good…Heloise.”
    She laughed. “No! See you in twenty.”
    “Hurry! I can’t wait to see you.”
    She couldn’t wait to see him, either, and that was the only reason she made it downstairs fifteen minutes earlier than their agreed upon time.
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    The smell of popcorn and candy, perfume and cologne, sex and desire greeted Sean and Kristen as they