Priest (Priest, #1)

by Sierra Simone

Worry is a sin, even I know that, yet I am more than just a lily of the field. I’m a lily that’s been plucked from the ground and laid at your feet. When it comes to you, I’m rootless and helpless and at your mercy for sunshine and water. And I’m not even supposed to be yours. How can I not worry?

and nothing short of being with this woman every minute of every day would be enough to stop the yawning hunger low in my belly. Or even more dangerously, stop the hunger in my heart.

I walked through the flowers and plants, thinking of Song of Songs, of the bridegroom going to his bride, singing as he goes. I know exactly how he must have felt. As a lily among brambles, so is my love among women. I climbed the porch, clutching the flowers tight as I walked toward the back door. You have captivated my heart, my bride. You have captivated my heart with one glance of your eyes… I murmured the other verses to myself as I got ready to open the door. Maybe I would murmur them to her later, maybe I would trace them with my fingers on her naked back.