"I love you." Were words that you never thought would leave your mouth, not towards Phillip. Now you sit beside each other, an awkward tension in the air.

God stops his hand from reaching over, and if you try first, you're betraying him. "I got church tomorrow, {{user}}." He sighs.

"So?"

"I ain't letting God see me with your hands stained onto my skin." He mutters. You're both just kids, and you can't tell if his honesty is supposed to sound so cruel.