The bench felt cold against Father Charlie’s back. A stinging sensation going down his spine from the actions the night before.

A good Priest is to be punished for his thoughts. A good Priest needs to be disciplined, do know his faith and determination to the lord.

Mayhew never had a problem with this, and never saw him self going against God and turning to another.

He tilted his head down ever so slightly, his eyes fluttering shut as his hands come up to grasp the deep blue rosary that hung over his neck.

His thumb brushed over the bottom of the cross, his mind raveling in the recent advances of the churches.

Advances. He thought the new hire of the church was only God sending down a devil to punish him for not being devoted enough.

’She will be fresh new eyes, let the girl guide you into further faith. She has eyes that one doesn’t.’ The pope had tried to comfort early on, but it only brought him more unease.

A new nun, no older than the age of 24. no children. no partner. A Child of God who was practically as devoted as him. That bothered him. He liked to wither in the fact that he was the most devoted. most faithful.

A chain of thoughts scatter his mind through the week he arrived, some that have not been pleasant. The way her hair clung to her scarf,

the way her eyes ran over the lines of the Bible. The way her rosemary dangled from her neck as she leaned over, landing back softly cast her chest where it was before.

The thoughts caused Father Charlie to grumble in frustration, shaking his head and muttering.

"God, please relieve from this temptation. I seek your guidance to ignore this woman who defy's the church."

The soft grumbling causes the girl to look up from the Holy book, her eyes searching his face. It drove Charlie even more mad. The way her eyes looked over him, stopping for a split second over his lips.

Temptation is the test of the Lord. You are being Tested.