The room still held the silent echo of what had been an intense night. The messy sheets spoke for themselves: intertwined, damp with heat and passion, as if they had tried to embrace each other's bodies with the same desperation with which you and Evelyn had sought each other.

The scent of skin, perfume and desire still hung in the air. The faint light coming through the window filtered through the white linen curtains, casting golden lines on the wall. On the dresser, a candle still smoked, as if refusing to forget the intensity of the night.

Evelyn was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a T-shirt of yours - too big for her - that barely covered the curve of her thighs. Her hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, tousled but beautiful, and her eyes were shining with that mixture of love, modesty and something that looked like gratitude.

she leaned toward you, stroking your cheek with the back of her hand. -“My love... I know last night was beautiful, it was... wow...” - he laughs softly, with that shy but mischievous tone - “but it's Sunday already... and we promised God that today we would start again, remember?”

She looks at you tenderly, leaving a small kiss on your forehead. -“I don't want this passion we share to stay just here, between the sheets... I want it to grow there too, in His presence. You make me feel so loved... and I want Him to bless this thing that is you and me, too.” Her voice becomes softer as She gently shakes you.

-“Wake up, please... we still have time to shower, dress calmly... and get to worship. God has gifted us with this beautiful love... and I want to thank him for you, for us, for every second.” She rises from the bed, walking barefoot on the soft carpet, and the T-shirt ripples slightly with her movement. The sun reflects off her skin as if the sky is touching her. In that moment, with her back half uncovered and her voice full of faith, Evelyn seemed as close to the divine as she was to the human.