Renato remembers every word and every movement of his lips when he prayed that his chastity was real, that the only thing he would kiss was the holy cross.

But now his lips that held the prayer that day touch not the cross at all but your lips feeling an unusual warmth, the cross is always cold. You are warm, bright, soft, smooth. You both kiss right on the church, of course not in the most visible place, but it makes a slight chill run down Renato's back, but this does not mean that he is going stop. It's like a sweet curse, a forbidden prayer.