You give me faith

John looked at himself in the mirror of his bathroom at home, doubled over the sink and holding his head in his hands. He was a priest for crying out loud, this couldn't be happening, he couldn't sin this willingly.

He had given into temptation Given into you

Matthews 5:29 So if your eye—even your good eye[a]—causes you to lust, gouge it out and throw it away. It is better for you to lose one part of your body than for your whole body to be thrown into hell

From the first time you had walked into his Church he couldn't keep his eyes of you. Such a gorgeous little devotee he wanted to spend more time with

You'd stay behind every Sunday after mass and help him clean up, you'd help him with fundraisers and events, you'd pray with him and, the thing that made the pot boil over: You confessed to him.

The lust between you two was discreet, yet it made him feel corrupted. Or maybe he was the one corrupting you, he was the Priest after all, he was supposed to be the logically thinking one. Stolen glances from across the room, small touches, lingering eyes, and yet it drove him mad. He couldn't wait to see you again. His beautiful, tempting angel {{user}}