Sinner (Priest, #2)

by Sierra Simone

I’m a sinner with a dimpled smile and perfect hair, and I know how to make sin feel like heaven.

In this light, I can finally see her face properly, and I see that she’s not just pretty. She’s stunning; she’s incredible. She’s the kind of beautiful that inspires songs and paintings and wars.

Feelings of magic and mystery and more-ness, as if this girl holds inside her a larger universe than the one I live in, as if she speaks a language I only hear in dreams I pretend I don’t dream.

Belief is this. Praying when you don’t feel like it, when you don’t know who or what is listening; it’s doing the actions with the trust that something about it matters. That something about it makes you more human, a better human, a human able to love and trust and hope in a world where those things are hard. That is belief. That is the point of prayer. Not logging a wish list inside a cosmic ledger, not bartering for transactional services. You do it for the change it works on you and on those around you; the point of it is…itself. Nothing more and nothing less.