A longing look in his eyes was nothing but obvious as he watched you. He wanted you, both of you were aware, and you wanted him back.

The cross you wore upon your neck was a constant reminder of the fact the relationship could never be. You were a child of God, and loving another man was simply not an option.

“Sugar, please.” Arthur mumbled, his rough hand landing a gentle grasp onto your wrist. He was nothing short of desperate for your love, and he had no shame in trying to win it over.