He laughs, and for some reason, the sound makes butterflies flutter in my stomach. “What I do is not a sin. Sex between two consenting adults is nothing more than using what God gave us. That would be like saying eating is a sin.” I let out a hard laugh. “That is called gluttony.” “Eating too much is a sin. Satisfying the palate is survival.” “Then, you’re claiming you need sex to survive?” I give him a deadpan stare. “Pleasure,” he breathes in that low, husky voice. “The human soul needs pleasure or else it will surely die.”
