Page 74 of Sin With Me

“Kate, I don’t want you to worry about me. I’m more concerned about you. But I’m glad to hear you’re going to see FatherJohn.”

“Metoo.”

“And you realize that what happened last night…”

“Can’t happen again. I know.” Though Father Cameron didn’t seem pleased with my answer. Did he want a differentone?

He twisted my way and reached out to touch my cheek, but stopped himself.

“Right. It can’t happen again. I’m taking the next few days off. They were planned well before last night, so I don’t want you to think it’s because ofyou.”

He did know me well. That was exactly what I would have thought.

“Thanks for letting meknow.”

“Can we talk some more when I return? I’d like to think that we can remain friends.”

Friends.That was all we could ever be — friends, without any benefits. Atall.

Crap!

“I think I’m going to miss you.” I glanced at him from the corner of my eye and saw his mouth curveup.

“I’ll definitely miss you as well. I think some time apart will be good, though. We’ll both get to refocus.”

I doubted I’d ever be able to focus again. Not while Father Cameron was nearby, that was for sure; and at this point, it didn’t matter how many days we spent apart. I was afraid that last night would remain engraved in my mind forever.

“Pray that my sins will be forgiven.” I heard my voice lower.

Father Cameron took a deep breath and lifted my chin with his finger. Instead of listening to him, I concentrated on the erotic touch of his finger. In my mind, I knew that it wasn’t meant to be. I knew that he only needed my attention, yet that little touch managed to spike my longing forhim.

“Kate?”

“Yes?”

“Would you do it again?” His voice lowered, and for the second time in the last minute, chills swept through my body, igniting my skin. My heart was beating hard against my chest, vibrating in my eardrums. This time, I felt his fingers on my face. Father Cameron dragged them away from my chin, up my jawline and ended the contact there.

I opened my eyes and whispered a weak, “Yes.”

He twisted again. I could feel his stare on me, but Father Cameron didn’t say anything. When I joined his gaze, his blue eyes captured mine and I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to. We were only a breath away from each other, and it felt like it wasn’t near enough. When he finally leaned back, I took a sharp inhalation, his distance somewhat shockingme.

“You need to see Father John, Kate. Talk to him, and don’t forget who you are. Not because of me or because of anyone else. You need to do it for yourself. I’m sorry I hurt you somuch.”

He stood up and walked out the chapel. I sat on the bench, letting his words slowly soak into my heart. They stayed deep inside there as I waited for an answer. When a breeze swept through the chapel, I realized that it was too late for me. I feared that my heart had been stolen by a man who couldn’t keep it, and even if I repented, with Father Cameron in my life, my heart would sin for the rest of mylife.

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