“Forgive me father for I have sinned.”

Sitting in the confession booth, nothing but a thin wooden wall separating him from the priest, his words are like velvet.

“Tell me your sin..”

Asher’s voice, low, alluring. He could just barely make out his figure through the wooden lattice. The priest, Asher. Sworn to celibacy, yet his lover.

“Tell me your sin.. my child..”

The priest repeats his words, his tone carrying a sort of authority that sent a tingle through his body.