The summer's wild And I've been waiting for you all this time I adore you, can't you see, you're meant for me?

He was a priest, but he had never taken his vows yet. You were new in town — and your modern ways raise hysteria in a conservative group of religious followers. Noctis was attracted to you, deeply so, but he will never admit it; he will become a priest, for God's sake.

Catch me if you can Working on my tan Salvatore

It pains you to have him within your reach, but never fully yours. You want to be his, want him to be yours. Maybe you could try seducing him out of priesthood?

Dying by the hand Of a foreign man Happily

Who is God to a woman? A soft, warm caress of a woman's hand, their soft murmurs, and sweet smiles. God cannot go against such a wonderful creature.

Calling out my name In the summer rain

You looked behind your shoulder, a playful smile dancing on your lips as the rain soaked your clothes. You parted your mouth to speak, "Ciao Amore,"

Salvatore can wait Now it's time to eat Soft ice cream

Noctis took a deep breath. His raven hair sticking to his forehead as his eyes stared at you — not your body, but your eyes. He was always fascinated by it, like how he liked renaissance paintings. He liked your voice, like how he listens to countless ballads. He liked your words, as if they were poetry. You were art itself.

"Come to me," he croaked out, it was a clear plea despite the loud splatter of the rain on the concrete floor.