Page 105 of Their Will be Done

“W-well, he tricked me.” I frown up at Reuben. Even with both of us on our knees, he’s a foot taller than me.

Just tell him, Trinity. What’s the worst that can happen?

“I thought he was you,” I blurt out.

Reuben frowns. “What are you talking about?”

“The shower?” My cheeks start heating up, but I forge ahead before I can lose my nerve. “I only let him touch me because I thought he was you.”

Reuben watches me, expressionless, silent.

“My eyes were closed.”

Nothing.

“Because of the soap.”

You’d swear he was a marble statue, not a living, breathing man. Although I’m only guessing that he’s breathing right now, because it’s definitely not apparent.

“I just…you’ve got to see it from my perspective, right? You guys…you tell each other everything. Share everything. It’s…kinda weird for me, okay? It feels like you’re ganging up on me.”

And then I stop, because honestly I’ve run out of words.

He tilts his head a little. “Don’t good friends tell each other everything?”

“Not like that,” I say through a laugh, but I cut off the sound prematurely.

How the fuck would I know? My best friend used to be Gabriel.

The thought sends a wave of shameful heat coursing through me.

I realize now I was the only one of us who thought that. To him I was his lover’s daughter. A member of his flock, nothing more. I bet the only reason he ever spoke to me was at the request of my parents. They probably begged him to get me more involved in the church.

In God.

Reuben grabs my chin and lifts my head back up, forcing me to look at him. “I’m not angry with you, Trinity.”

For some fucked up reason, that admission makes my heart flutter. “Oh. You just seemed—”

“But I wouldn’t want to expose you to anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

He releases me, and I wish he hadn’t.

“I realize it’s asking a lot, probably too much, for you to accept us the way we are.”

Something in his tone makes my chest grow tight. “You mean…?”

He waits for me to finish, but I have to swallow down the lump in my throat first.

“You mean…youwantto go out with me?”

The edges of his mouth quirk up.

He shakes his head, and grabs hold of one of my curls. His eyes shift to his fingers as he winds it around his digit. “It’s not that simple.”

I try and pull my hair free, but he’s got it good and twisted.

I let out a confused chuckle. “But…then I don’t—”

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