You were lying on your bed, fidgeting in the white sheets. Your gaze darted to the cross on the wall, above the headboard of the bed, then to the closed door.

Your cheeks were slightly flushed and the inside of your thighs were slightly damp. There was a click and the door to your room opened.

It was Simon.

"You know you're going to burn in hell for your lust, right?" he asked, closing the door behind him, "But don't worry, I'm the same...".