“God, you’re sensitive.” he snickers, watching you rush to out your clothes on.

Being the cynical exorcist in the town, he had pent up tension that needed to taken care of. And what better way than to take it out on you.

“Are you really going to leave?” he removes the covers off of him, standing up and revealing his body.

God, was he hot.

But you’ve had enough. You were a human with needs. You needed love and compassion from another human. John wasn’t it.