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s; I don't want her to scent like him. And we still don't know why in god's name Annie is here in the first place. Fathe

ld have definitely gotten murdered by me...No, not real murder, just some be

red bacon for us and vegetable soup for father...don't know how can he eat the same dish every day! And it's not like priests are

as gigantic and so luxurious but I never set a foot in there, no one let me, because princesses don't work...most importantly with their maids. So, no matter how much I

with food and place them on the round table, surrounded by five wooden chairs. Finally, work is done

e sleek golden pillar of our church... faint tintinnabulation of the church bell made my mind go back to Father Nicholas

ade my heart act wild, and my eyes teary. He didn't come back since morning and didn't even eat breakf

one's presence behind me, I didn't need to see who that person was as the fragranc

my mind woozy at the same time, still staring at the water, I took a step back, an attempt to sneak away from his dominant presence but my

his stupid behaviour. Horseshit. He can conserve his soothing tone

his face, I abruptly turned around, " No, I can do it myself.",

ed me, taught me, took care of me...and on top of that, he is a god's man, a priest. l shouldn't talk to him like that, but my anger was way more vital th

table...plates were already on it but I deliberately pick them up and bring them to the shelf, only to put them back on the table again; all this time I felt his gaze on me but

etly peeked at him while cleaning the already clean table, people

I saw his face, I just couldn't look away. His jet-black hair was messy, and the black cassock over his body was the indication that he directly came from his reconciliation hours...normally he bathe and took rest after hours of continuous work but today, he

irty cloth in the sink before turning around to leave

meandering over my skin and everything was so sudden...so fast that for one second I couldn't understand what is happening around me. B

...please.", he husked, resting his forehead on my shoulder. My eyes were glued to the wooden shelf, my back touching every inch of his muscular body.

g the back of my hand...fingers wrapped around mine...locked in the same way they were in t

ged like this, together, " I don't want to snap at you in the morning..

asked, resisting the urge to kiss those luscious lips...our face was so close, so close that our breaths were melding together as one, " Why are you behaving like this

which I didn't even notice until a cold silver locket stroked against my hand...his cross. Father Nicholas is a priest, it's prohibited for him to even touch

t short, my height even more than almost every lady I met but in front of him...I looked so small, so little comp

shouldn't be a big deal, right? But still, today...it's just felt so different...the way he touched me, saw me or felt me and

sin I might commit with th