Saint (Priest, #3)

by Sierra Simone

“I came here for you,” he says finally. His voice is strange. “Here to the hermitage?” I ask. “Or to the abbey?” “Both.” I step closer and then stop myself. I don’t know what I’m doing or what I even want. I watched him make out with his fiancé in the parking lot last night; I listened to him jerk off thinking of that same fiancé. This is a man who loves someone else and who emphatically does not love me anymore. His face is still wet as he looks back to me with his brows drawn together and up into his forehead. “I think I just wanted to understand,” he says, and it sounds like he’s pleading something, like he’s admitting something. “Can you blame me for that? Can anyone?” “You wanted to understand why I left,” I say over the drumming of the rain. “I thought if I saw what you left me for—if I stayed here and found whatever it was that drew you here in the first place, then I’d be able to leave you alone in my mind. I’d be able to forget you.”