Beautiful Sinner

by Sara Cate

“A man’s job?” she shrieks. “What? Do you steer the lawn mower with your dick?”

“Are you a virgin?”

“You can’t just ask people that, Cadence.”

“I’m allowed to drink...if that’s what you’re thinking.” I lean back, tilting my head to reach up to his ear. It brings our bodies so close I know it’s dangerous, but I do it anyway. “They have to let you do that.” I laugh. “To make up for the sex you’re missing.”

She cries for what feels like an hour but is probably closer to ten minutes.

relatable

feel terrible that I won’t be able to give her what she wants. But I’m taking this anyway, this one kiss.

She reaches for me and staggers where she stands. “Go to sleep, Cadence.” Her face morphs into a pained expression, and I feel fucking awful for it, but I’m glad I feel awful. I deserve to feel like shit because I took something for myself and left her feeling like nothing more than a temptation. And she is so much more than that.

💔

I am a priest, meant to serve God’s creation. And out of all of God’s creations, she is by far my favorite.