"Where are you going?" he asked as you got out of bed and stretched.

"Church." You yawned.

"It's been, like, a month since I've gone, and every time I have premarital sex with you, I swear, I can feel the fires of hell creeping up my back."

He chuckled and sat up on the side of bed.

"I'll come with you." You froze as soon as he said that.

"What? No. David, you can't come with."

"Why not?"

"Because..." You sputtered.

"People will think we're together." His eyes hardened.

"You sleep in my bed every goddamn night, Aira." You felt bit frustration in his voice.

"You're not even Catholic!" You replied

"I'm whatever you are." He shrug.