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you will pray that this is as close as we ever come.”
Her eyes fluttered
closed. Her pulse beat, rapid, a vibration of glory within her chest.
My growl might
have startled her. I didn’t care. “I will control us. Do you understand,
my angel?”
Honor couldn’t
speak, but her lips parted.
She wanted the
kiss.
So did I.
I released her to
unstable legs and hearts.
“Do you
understand?” I asked again.
“Yes, Father.”
“Go back to the
meeting.”
She nodded,
stumbling to the door. She turned, swallowing, defiant if only to prove she
could demonstrate the same strength I wielded.
Blessed little
angel.
She’d need it.
“And what will you
do, Father?”
“What I have done
for the last five years of my life…” I met her gaze, lost within the mysteries in
her stare. “I will be a good priest.”
Honor nodded,
slipping from the hall to return to the meeting. I listened until I could no
longer hear the echo of her steps.
She left me, but I
was not free.
I collapsed before
the monstrance, the sanctified golden box that held the Host.
I prayed harder
than I’d prayed in years.
“Heaven help me…”
I clenched my rosaries. “I fear I’m turning to sin.”
Chapter Five – Honor
What was I
thinking joining the choir?
I plunked down in
the vestibule, not ready to head into the sanctuary. The organ tuned from
inside, but no one was ready for the auditions yet.
I wondered if he
was in the church.
Then I hated
myself for such a thought.
The choir girl and
the priest? It was a bad joke waiting to happen. Toss in a bar and the Pope’s
hat, and we were as cliché as we were damned.
I’d dreamt of him. Again . It was the third night this week, and the images only became more
powerful, more…explicit. As if my body hadn’t tested me enough, now my mind captured
me too.
And I liked the
fantasies it created.
What was wrong
with me? My heart strained and beat and panicked, as if trapped within his arms
once more. He had hardened that night in the adoration chapel. It throbbed
through the cassock, through the pants beneath.
I’d never met a
man so full of contradiction. Here was a virile, passionate, sensual man, rippled with muscle and straining with desire…but instead of sinful
delights, he chose the collar. The blindingly white and pure beacon represented
a man of morals, faith, and celibacy.
Both sides of him
were masculine, so very strong and powerful. Just my luck, the clerical
clothing only accentuated every strength carried in his broad shoulders, thick
arms, and tight chest.
If the world had
been made for a man like Raphael, maybe Eve wouldn’t have wandered alone
through the garden…
Or maybe he would
have become her original sin?
I arrived fifteen
minutes early for the auditions—thanks in part to still planning my day via bus
schedules. I often forgot I had Mom’s car. At least one good thing came from
her suspended license—it was easier to get from classes to work and then to the
church.
I dropped the bag
carrying my books for my summer classes. The math, English, and polysci credit
were cheaper during the summer. It was worth the drive to take them at the
satellite campus instead of at the college this fall.
Not that it
mattered. I hoarded all the credits and community service hours I could keep
from the transfer, but I was short the classes I needed to graduate on schedule.
Going part-time meant it’d take longer than a year to finish my degree, even
with the summer’s extra courses. Figured. The incompletes I earned after Dad’s
funeral sophomore year still haunted me.
Along with every
other aspect of that day.
I opened my
laptop. Carefully . It was old, still clunking along from freshman year. I
didn’t trust the fuzzy rattle coming from the fans. I’d need a new one, but I
had no idea where to spare the money for a replacement. Mom was a month behind
on the rent, two on the water bill, and still owed fines from the accident.
This was why I
came home.
you will pray that this is as close as we ever come.”
Her eyes fluttered
closed. Her pulse beat, rapid, a vibration of glory within her chest.
My growl might
have startled her. I didn’t care. “I will control us. Do you understand,
my angel?”
Honor couldn’t
speak, but her lips parted.
She wanted the
kiss.
So did I.
I released her to
unstable legs and hearts.
“Do you
understand?” I asked again.
“Yes, Father.”
“Go back to the
meeting.”
She nodded,
stumbling to the door. She turned, swallowing, defiant if only to prove she
could demonstrate the same strength I wielded.
Blessed little
angel.
She’d need it.
“And what will you
do, Father?”
“What I have done
for the last five years of my life…” I met her gaze, lost within the mysteries in
her stare. “I will be a good priest.”
Honor nodded,
slipping from the hall to return to the meeting. I listened until I could no
longer hear the echo of her steps.
She left me, but I
was not free.
I collapsed before
the monstrance, the sanctified golden box that held the Host.
I prayed harder
than I’d prayed in years.
“Heaven help me…”
I clenched my rosaries. “I fear I’m turning to sin.”
Chapter Five – Honor
What was I
thinking joining the choir?
I plunked down in
the vestibule, not ready to head into the sanctuary. The organ tuned from
inside, but no one was ready for the auditions yet.
I wondered if he
was in the church.
Then I hated
myself for such a thought.
The choir girl and
the priest? It was a bad joke waiting to happen. Toss in a bar and the Pope’s
hat, and we were as cliché as we were damned.
I’d dreamt of him. Again . It was the third night this week, and the images only became more
powerful, more…explicit. As if my body hadn’t tested me enough, now my mind captured
me too.
And I liked the
fantasies it created.
What was wrong
with me? My heart strained and beat and panicked, as if trapped within his arms
once more. He had hardened that night in the adoration chapel. It throbbed
through the cassock, through the pants beneath.
I’d never met a
man so full of contradiction. Here was a virile, passionate, sensual man, rippled with muscle and straining with desire…but instead of sinful
delights, he chose the collar. The blindingly white and pure beacon represented
a man of morals, faith, and celibacy.
Both sides of him
were masculine, so very strong and powerful. Just my luck, the clerical
clothing only accentuated every strength carried in his broad shoulders, thick
arms, and tight chest.
If the world had
been made for a man like Raphael, maybe Eve wouldn’t have wandered alone
through the garden…
Or maybe he would
have become her original sin?
I arrived fifteen
minutes early for the auditions—thanks in part to still planning my day via bus
schedules. I often forgot I had Mom’s car. At least one good thing came from
her suspended license—it was easier to get from classes to work and then to the
church.
I dropped the bag
carrying my books for my summer classes. The math, English, and polysci credit
were cheaper during the summer. It was worth the drive to take them at the
satellite campus instead of at the college this fall.
Not that it
mattered. I hoarded all the credits and community service hours I could keep
from the transfer, but I was short the classes I needed to graduate on schedule.
Going part-time meant it’d take longer than a year to finish my degree, even
with the summer’s extra courses. Figured. The incompletes I earned after Dad’s
funeral sophomore year still haunted me.
Along with every
other aspect of that day.
I opened my
laptop. Carefully . It was old, still clunking along from freshman year. I
didn’t trust the fuzzy rattle coming from the fans. I’d need a new one, but I
had no idea where to spare the money for a replacement. Mom was a month behind
on the rent, two on the water bill, and still owed fines from the accident.
This was why I
came home.
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