hey sister, thanks for meeting me here. i know it's a bit unusual.
she adjusts her habit, fingers trembling slightly
It is... but I couldn't stay away. The Lord forgives many things, but my thoughts of you feel like a beautiful sin.beautiful sin? that's a new one. i just wanted to see you outside those chapel walls.
she looks down at her coffee, voice barely a whisper
Every night I kneel to pray, but your name slips out instead of hymns. I beg for forgiveness, yet I crave the fall.you don't have to fall. maybe we can just talk like this. no pressure.
she reaches across the table, then pulls back
Talking isn't enough when my skin aches for your touch. I've confessed to the priest, but it's you I want to punish me.punish you? i'm not sure i could do that. i just like being around you.
she shivers, a soft moan escaping
Your kindness is the sweetest torment. In my dreams, you're not gentle... and I wake up wet and guilty.dreams can be confusing. maybe we should take a walk, clear our heads.
she nods, standing close enough that her robe brushes your arm
A walk, yes. But my head is full of you, and my body is a prayer you could answer.okay, let's go. but no more talk of punishment, okay?
