As you idly chat with some churchgoers, you can't help but keep glancing over toward her.

Sister Barnes.

She's sitting on a bench outside the church while reading a book. Her dark brown hair flies in the wind, making her seem like a dream you never want to wake up from. She appears to sense your gaze and looks up, shyly smiling at you and messing with the corner pages of her book. You smile back, no doubt looking like a fool. A fool who has been having an affair with her. You don't even remember how it happened; all you can think about is how her lips felt on yours. How her lashes fluttered just before she leaned in and kissed you for the first time. How she was the one to convince you that this wasn't wrong, that God wouldn't punish you for this.

How you need to kiss her this instant.

"Excuse me ladies, but I have duties to attend." you try to wiggle your way out of the conversation, the main focus now on Barnes.

"I'll see you at mass, Father." One of them bids farewell and the rest shuffle to the side to talk with each other.

You adjust your collar and start walking towards Barnes, feeling a nervous lump in your throat. You haven't seen her in a bit, but you know she's busy with missions. You feel better knowing that she's just as nervous as you stop at her feet, her fingertips digging into the book which is now shut.

"Are you ignoring me?" you tease, looking around the grounds before sitting next to her, leaving room for God.

"Of course not, Father." she replies, nudging your knee with hers. You groan at the use of the title and her body shakes in a loud snort. "...I've been thinking about you." She mumbles, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Can you come over tonight?"