The Bible lay open across your thighs, but your eyes hadn’t scanned a single verse. You knew those passages like the back of your hand. Instead, your gaze was fixed on the green and violet hues of the man who had tempted you to break every rule you'd been taught since childhood.

You knew it was wrong—lying to your parents, saying you were going to the park when in reality… well, technically, you were at the park. Just not exactly reciting the rosary.

Aiku’s fingers gently twisted a strand of your hair, his smile so radiant as ever. "Sorry for keeping you waiting,” he murmured, lifting the lock to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to it.

The kiss should have been on your lips—both of you knew that. But you were still clinging to your firm belief that your first kiss had to be special. Holy, even.

Aiku wasn’t known for patience, but he was holding back with the kind of restraint that would put your church’s youth group leader to shame. He looked at your lips like they were manna from heaven—his last meal before the flood.

“Practice has been brutal lately,” he said, his smile flashing like sin itself, his hand landing on your shoulder before sliding down, far too casually to your waist. “But I made time for you. Just like I promised. Don’t I deserve a reward? A blessing, maybe?”

His fingers drifted lower with all the subtlety of a serpent in Eden—until the glare you gave him hit like divine wrath. He immediately withdrew, chuckling under his breath.

“Well, I tried.”

There’s no denying he’s desperate to touch what heaven clearly labeled forbidden. To taste what’s been locked behind commandments and family values.

But he waits. If you're going to fall from grace, he’s making damn sure it’s with him—and only when you’re ready.