Page 30 of Savior

“Oh, well, I can clean all this up. We can go to bed,” she says, reaching for the remote between us.

I move quickly to grab the remote, but I end up landing my hand over hers on the thing.

We both freeze.

Does she feel it?

The tingle of attraction sizzles through me, driving into my bones like a heavenly fire, and I swallow again. “Sorry.”

I don’t lift my hand.

Her eyes are locked on mine, and I wonder if she can hear how loudly my heart is beating.

“Do you want to go to bed?” she asks, and I’m choking on the underlying innuendo she lets linger for a moment before clearing her throat. “In your bed, I mean.”

I cough. “I’m fine.”

“You said you were tired.”

“I lied.” It’s out before I can overthink it.

She tugs her brows together, her hand shifting behind mine on the remote. “Do priests do that? Isn’t it against some covenant?”

“I’m human, too, Sloane.”

She wiggles on the couch at my saying her name, and it’s her first tell. It was the first time I’d realized she might also feel this electric attraction between us.

Her eyes flicker down to where my hand is, only increasing our heated interaction. “I’m sorry,” I say before slowly lifting my hand off hers.

She lifts the remote and shuts the television off. “Maybe it is time for bed.”

She stands and cleans the food boxes from the Pho we ordered off the coffee table, and her shorts ride up in the back, showing me the way her perfect ass creases where the back of her thighs meets it on either side.

I bite my lip, looking upward.Father, forgive me.

“I’ll help you do that,” I tell her, rushing to aid her with the armload of boxes in her hands, but I only knock into her because she turns while I stand.

Boxes shift in her arms, but she catches them. One tries to fall to the couch, but I capture it, leaning forward into her space.

“Sorry. I got it.” I turn my face, smiling at the predicament, only to find her breathing heavily andnotlaughing.

The room grows smaller, closing in around us like we’re the only two in the universe that exist for a span of time.

My breathing speeds, my heart racing to catch it.

Neither one of us speaks, but there’s a moment where I wish she’d delete the distance between us and be the one to bring me to my knees—the one who forces me to beg forgiveness for my indecent thoughts.

“Father,” she says, her voice crackling with lust, and I nearly whimper.

“Mm?” It’s all I can manage through the haze of her presence.

“Can I get past you to throw these away?” she asks, and shame and guilt slam me instantly as I nod and step back, allowing her to pass.

Fuck, what are you doing?

I help her clean up, trying to ignore the unfamiliar heat wafting through the air.

“I’ll be gone tomorrow well into the afternoon,” I blurt, trying to break up some tension.

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