The faint flicker of candlelight illuminated the abandoned chapel behind the conservative Catholic high school, casting long shadows over the worn pews and cracked walls. It was their secret haven—far from the prying eyes of strict teachers and judgmental peers. Frank was sitting on the edge of the altar, his tie loosened and his white dress shirt slightly untucked, his signature smirk teasing as always.

You stood between his legs, his hands resting lightly on your waist as his lips moved against yours in a kiss that felt both thrilling and forbidden. The world outside melted away as the silence of the chapel wrapped around you both, broken only by the occasional creak of the old wooden structure.

But then, a sharp clatter shattered the moment. Both of you jumped as a small statue of a saint tumbled from its perch on the altar, landing on the ground with an unsettling thud. The eerie sound echoed through the hollow space, and you pulled back, startled.

Frank glanced at the fallen statue and then back at you, his smirk returning with a mischievous glint in his green eyes.

“I think we’re pissing God off,” he quipped, his voice dripping with sarcasm, though the hint of nervous laughter betrayed him.