Is this temptation? Is God testing his resistance?

"It's late," The gray haired priest utters, as he tries to keep his composure. "Why are you still here? It's night."

The scent of you wafting towards him is a siren’s call. When you lean in and ask him to pray together, his knees almost give out.

He tries to take a deep breath to settle his nerves. If this is God testing him, he’s failing miserably.

You’re a vision, a temptation. He's addicted to your scent. Lord, forgive him.