Page 16 of Sins of the Flesh
I shake my head, Cole is a source of distraction as of late, but with this storm I have a feeling it won't be long before I am unable to work anyway.
Just as I’m engrossed in my writing, dark clouds roll in, blocking out the midday sun and casting everything in a dull gray light.Raindrops splatter against the windows, creating a distorted view of the Church grounds outside.Flashes of lightning illuminate the sky, followed by rumbles of thunder that shake the walls.
As I suspected, it's a thunderstorm and I know what's coming next.Quickly, I retrieve my headlamp from the desk drawer.With my lamp around my neck, I stand from my desk to head towards the Chapel to warn Cole about the potential power outage.
As I step into the dimly lit Chapel.Suddenly, without warning, the lights go out, the only light is the dim colored shadow cast by the stained glass windows.The sound of rain continues to pound against the roof and windows, seemingly angry in its ferocity, creating an eerie atmosphere within the Chapel.My voice echoes in the silent room as I call out to Cole, but there is no response.
I walk back into the front end of the dark hallway, heading towards the fellowship hall where the supply closet holding the breaker box is, where I also assume Cole must have gone.
Suddenly, there’s an oof and I run straight into something - or rather, someone hard.Instinctively reaching out to steady them, I feel their phone slip from their grasp and clatter to the floor.
“Shit!Sorry about that,” Cole apologizes as he looks up at me, his face cast in shadows from the headlamp around my neck.Concerned, I shine the light over him more directly and ask if he’s okay.“N-no, I mean yes, I’m fine,” he stammers, his gaze locked onto my shadowed eyes.
His stare traps me, and I’m pulled into his intense gaze.His breath is shallow and quick.The air around us feels stifling, and in the darkness I can't decipher Cole’s eyes but I can feel the tension.We stand in the dark, both of us now breathing in short gasps as we draw impossibly closer.
When our chests connect, the wetness of Cole’s shirt seeps through mine to my heated skin.A wet tendril of his onyx hair clings to his forehead.
His intense dark stare bores into me.Is…is that desire?Couldn’t be, it must be a trick of the lighting mixing with the shadows or that's what I think until Cole’s lips collide with mine.
His fists grip the front of my shirt, kneading it.Immediately derailing my train of thought, leaving me completely blank for long moments, then sending my mind into a chaotic spiral.His lips are warm and probing and I can't seem to make sense of what is happening.
My mind races through everything over the last six months.Every moment, every lingering glance, every seemingly innocent touch..they all tumble through my consciousness in a whirlwind of realization.I should step back.I should…I open my mouth allowing our tongues to slide together.
Cole’s kiss is tentative at first, as if testing the waters, but as our tongues caress, he grows bolder.His lips move against mine with gentle urgency that sends shockwaves through my body.
The kiss is not fervent or swift but gentle and exploratory.Our tongues caress in a slow sweet dance.His lips are plush and soft.His light stubble tickles my chin and the sensation startles me.I’m kissing Cole, this isn’t right, this can't happen.
I gently push him away by his shoulders.“Cole,” I rasp, my voice trembling.His eyes widen in surprise before turning into horror.He backs away from me, going to his knees quickly to feel around in the dim light to retrieve his phone from the floor.
He grasps it and turns to face me, “I-I-I’m sorry,” he stammers his voice cracking, He then quickly ducks past me and disappears into the darkness of the Chapel.
I stand frozen in the hallway, my heart pounding against my ribs like it’s trying to escape.The darkness feels heavier now, pressing down on me from all sides.
I walk back to my office numb and confused, sinking into the soft leather chair behind my desk, I lean forward resting my elbows on its surface.My forehead resting in my palms as I try to make sense of what just happened.
Did I kiss Cole, or did he kiss me?My mind is a mess of complicated thoughts.Everything about this was wrong but in the moment it didn't feel wrong it felt…perfect.
But the look on his face afterward was gut wrenching, it left me feeling rejected, but why?It haunts me, the horror, shame and regret in his eyes gutted me like I had hurt him.I know I should feel relief that he ran, that whatever madness possessed us both in that dark hallway didn’t continue.But I just feel hollow.
I reach up to touch my lips, still warm and slightly swollen, I close my eyes, the sensation still vivid.The way his body pressed against mine, the desperation in his grip as he clutched my shirt.My cock strains in my pants as I remember how he felt.
This wasn’t a mistake or a misunderstanding.Cole meant to kiss me.And God help me, I wanted to kiss him back.What have I done?
Ten
Cole
I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys
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hit!I completely spaced and left my hammer in the damn truck.Standing under the awning, I calculate how wet I will get in this monsoon.
Throwing my arm over my head, knowing it's a waste of time, I make a break for it.Pulling the truck door open quickly and diving in I rummage around until, Yes!Found it!I hold up my missing hammer in triumph.Until the pummeling rain ends my celebration.
Racing back to the safety of the awning I assess the damage.My white T-shirt is now translucent, and my jeans are molded to me like a clingy ex, not that I know anything about that.Oh, joy, there's nothing like wet denim to brighten up your day at 10 in the morning.Sighing I head back inside.
As I walk back towards the Chapel, a loud pop echoes through the air, followed by sudden darkness.A breaker must have blown because of the storm.I fish my phone out of my now wet pocket with a yank, and turn on the flashlight to head to the breaker box.
