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“A man’s job?” she shrieks. “What? Do you steer the lawn mower with your dick?”
Spinning around, I rest my back against the lobby counter and stare into the emerald eyes of Father Fuckface, in his full black outfit with the white collar.
I like that name
He probably feeds the homeless and spoons oatmeal into the mouths of little old ladies to complete his bullshit holier-than-thou image.
“Twenty-five Hail Mary's for seeing your priest naked.” I stare at him, mouth hanging open. “Wh—what?” “Thirty if you entertained lustful thoughts.” “Oh my God!”
I want to see how far I can get him to go, how much I can tease him, make him break his vows.
Girl— this isn’t okay….
Keep doing it
“Is this my providence? How do I know what God’s plan is for me? He doesn’t talk to me like He talks to you.”
Why is this sad
Hole?
“I know it’s the only way you can get people to listen to you. I heard you at Mass. I know you’re a good speaker. But you’re nothing without it.”
Boom roasted
Her eyes are red-rimmed and swollen, but she never looked more beautiful than she does right now, raw and vulnerable and real.
Why do men find it attractive when women cry
God may have earned his vows, but I feel what’s in this hug, and he’s not entirely loyal to the one he gave his life to. He’s mine.
I am a priest, meant to serve God’s creation. And out of all of God’s creations, she is by far my favorite.
“You know that’s not true, Cadence. I tried to stay away from you. You know as well as I do that I do fucking own you.”
My mind screams that this is wrong, but my heart doesn’t know the difference between God and Cadence.
This gave me goosebumps 🤭🤭🤭
“Fucking you is the least of what I want to do. Your body is not what makes me want to break my vows.”
“It’s not right of me to keep my vows to the clergy when they belong to you.”
Plane??
Then in a sarcastic, low drawl, she adds, “Oh no, not a man who would give up everything for you.”
“Oh my God, Cadence. What did they do to you?” “Who?” Reaching out to stroke my hair, she says, “All the boys who somehow collectively convinced you that no one could truly love you.” My shoulders slump, and I let out a heavy exhale. “Oh. That was me. I did that.”
