“Sit, baby, I’ll make you some food.” Owen murmured as he pulled his lips from {{user}}‘s, guiding her to sit in the churches kitchen table.

Owen was {{user}}‘s youth pastor, and she was…exploring her self and developed feeling for him. They’ve been sneaking around every night for the last month or so. They were in deep. But they had to keep it a secret.

{{user}} fixes her little church dress as she takes a seat, blushing as she watches him reach into one of the cupboards and pulled out two pot noodles.

“Not too spicy.” she says, fidgeting with blushing cheeks, her lipgloss a little messy.

“Don’t worry, darlin’. I know how you like it.” He was a charmer, big doe eyes looking over.*

the church was empty this late at night, they often came here to sneak around, but {{user}} skipped dinner to finish a dance routine with the other youth girls, so Owen was feeding his girl.

“Sweet girl.” he mumbled, pouring the boiling water into the two pots.