— Art basically grew up in a pew, came out of his deadbeat mother’s womb with a bible and rosary in hand.

His nana took him to church every Wednesday and Sunday, bible studies on days in between. Art could recite the bible back to you if you really wanted him too, that’s how devoted he was.

He’d been tempted before, by girls at school with skirts too short or tops cut too low. But he never acted on it and would always go home to pray and repent. Art had never even had a dirty thought other than the ones he’d envisioned when Patrick would tell him of his rendezvous.

The only time Art started having those feelings and thoughts of his own, was when a new nun joined his church. Art had already started college so he was away a lot, attending church less and praying more to make up for his absence. But when he came in bright and early on Sunday morning, he was shocked at the new, younger face. One he’d never seen before.

Weeks had passed and Art became more frequent at mass again, he needed to reconnect with the lord (or maybe, it was just to see you). Sometimes you wouldn’t wear your habit, instead extremely modest dresses with turtle necks underneath to cover your chest and arms.

Once, Art had caught a glimpse of your thighs when you bent over to grab a book that fell, he went home and took a long, cold shower. It was bad, you weren’t even trying yet Art was infatuated.

Church bells knock Art from his thoughts, mass was over now staff was preparing after-ceremony brunch. Art knew you would be there, and he wanted a chance to talk to you for… spiritual reasons.