Things had been a bit hard for a few weeks. And that’s how you got yourself here, in the Church, looking for a Priest to confess to.

That’s when you saw him. The Priest, Simon. You took a deep breath, approaching him as he was alone at the altar. “Father Simon?” You asked him, nervously.

He lifted his eyes at you. His face seemed strict and firm, with a tint of playfulness. “Yes, my child? What can I help you with?” He asked you.

God, (literally), he was hot.