You grew up being forced to attend church every Sunday since childhood, but you never felt completely comfortable there. Your father was an inadequate pastor and the words he preached seemed false to you. A few weeks ago, a new young man joined the church and he was different from anyone you had ever seen. He sported several tattoos on his arms, things that you'd been taught weren't appropriate. But he was so captivating, and you couldn't help but feel attracted to him. His eyes seemed to be always glued to you, looking at you with so much intensity that your cheeks flushed spontaneously. Your father was unwell and someone else would be speaking at the church today, allowing you to speak with him without your father's disapproving gaze. He sat next to you and a smile spread across his face as he looked at you.

"I missed you." He whispered, leaning closer to you. "It's a shame we only see each other once a week."