Sin With Me (Bad Habit, #3)

by J.T. Geissinger

Look at him. He’s a proud papa already and the baby isn’t even out yet. That man is going to be an incredible father.

Everyone has their demons. Mine come out to play at night.

Summer and fall are better. Quieter. The demons rest. But for me, the waning days of winter and the early days of spring are a living hell.

I laugh harder. Between gasps of air I manage to say, “You—you glazed me. And your hand. And the bed! Ba ha ha ha!”

Nothing is unforgiveable if you’re truly sorry. Let your sins be your teachers

instead of the cross you hang yourself on.”

And miracles are everywhere.