“Darling, your body would bring any man to their knees where they would be in the right position to worship you. It’s a body carved by god yet meant for sin, and it would become anyone’s salvation.” “Then why aren’t you on your knees?” she asks, her lids growing heavy again. God Almighty, she is the moon and I am the tides. I feel my resolve begin to slip away as her eyes pull me in. “Because I don’t trust you not to knee me in the face,”
