Graves and you, you were faithful. But god, were the urges strong and effective. He swore the taste of your spit would be washed away in church, but he was wrong. Sinful thoughts of you filled his mind in the house of his God.

Forgiveness is a strong tool. Graves didn't believe in it, not after your 5th night together. You both sit on either side of the bed, separated. The guilt weighs down on your backs.

"We can't keep doin' this." Graves murmurs, shaking his head with a sigh.