Page 11 of Mass Sins

Boulder, Colorado

On the backside, there was one single phone number.

I raised a brow and looked at him. “Is this your number or the church’s?”

A smirk tugged at his lips. “Guess you’ll have to find out.” He placed his hand on my waist and leaned in, kissing my right cheek, then the other. Our eyes met again when he moved back, and I felt my face heat up.

He clearly didn’t have to do or say much to make my body react to him. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

“Talk soon,” he said, his voice low and way too sexy for a damn priest.

“Yeah, uh…sure.”

I was flustered. Shit.

Not now.

Not him.

Joska left, and I stood there with my heart beating loudly in my chest.

“That was hot,” Sin said, looking rather surprised herself. “I’m not so sure I want you to see him as more than just a priest.”

“I’m not so sure either,” I breathed, my voice barely audible.

I looked at Sin with my brows furrowed, and my thoughts running wild. I was left speechless by that simple interaction, and, clearly, so was she.

“I mean, he’s a good guy. And he’s single, so…”

“I can’t date a priest. Not one who just made me question my faith even more.”

“Well, maybe you made him question his,” she said with a shrug.

It did seem like I had, even if it hadn’t been my intention.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, looking down at the card Joska had left me with. “How old is he, by the way?”

“Forty-five.”

“Damn.”

“Is that a good or a baddamn?”

I shrugged. “Honestly, I can’t say. At the moment, nothing makes sense anymore.”

Sin laughed softly and wrapped her arm around my shoulders, pulling me into a tight hug. “Let everything sink in for a while. You don’t have to make any decisions just yet.”

“Thanks, Sin.” I hugged her back, feeling her unconditional support.

I could always rely on her, and whenever I needed to talk, she was right there listening. She even put me first at times, pushing her four handsome men to the side just to listen to me whine about my problems.

But then, if I had to handle four men at once, I would want space too at times.

Even if it was a dream to be in a relationship like hers, one man was more than enough.

And it would turn out that Joska was more than just a handful.

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