Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forgive Me Father: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

CHAPTER 22DORIANThe booth door clicked shut.Ezra was gone.And I was hard.So fucking hard it hurt.I pressed my palms against the wood, breathing heavy, trying to steady myself. What the hell did you just do, Dorian?I kissed him.Not just kissed. I grabbed him. Choked him. Lost control like some animal.I dragged a hand down my face. My chest heaved.“This is wrong,” I muttered.But my cock throbbed against the fabric of my pants, begging, screaming for release.I sank onto the seat, head in my hands. Images slammed through me—Ezra’s wide eyes, flushed face, the way he whimpered when I squeezed his throat.“Fuck.”I pressed my hand over my crotch. Just one touch and I groaned. My hips jerked like I’d been starving.“No. No. Stop. You’re a priest. You swore—”But I was already undoing my belt.My cock sprang free, hard and red and aching. I hissed, gripping it tight.“God forgive me,” I whispered, even as I started stroking.The first pull made me grunt, low and deep. My head slam

CHAPTER 24EZRAThe exam timetable dropped that morning.One more semester to go. Just one.I stared at the email on my laptop screen like it was some kind of death sentence. Math stacked back-to-back with computer science. Projects due. Finals. No breathing space. My chest tightened.I opened my phone.Me: Zoom study call?Lily: Ugh. Kill me now. But yes.Jordan: Fine. But mute yourselves. I don’t wanna hear Lily snoring.Lily: EXCUSE YOU.I smiled despite myself and sent them the link.Five minutes later, we were all on the call. Cameras on, microphones muted. It was… weirdly comforting. Just their faces in the little boxes, heads bent over books, typing, highlighting.At one point Lily unmuted.“Ezra, are you drinking water?”I groaned. “Yes, Mom.”Jordan snorted. “He’s lying. Look at his face. That’s a dehydrated face.”“I am not dehydrated!” I protested, reaching for the bottle next to me. “See?”Lily narrowed her eyes. “Sip it right now.”So I did. Loudly.Jordan shook her head.

CHAPTER 26EZRAEros was actually… fun.Not just good-looking, not just the type who probably had girls—and guys—falling over themselves for him. But genuinely funny. Brilliant too. The kind of person who made studying feel less like work and more like hanging out.“So you’re telling me,” he said, gesturing with his pen like a professor, “you double major in math and computer science because you enjoy pain?”I rolled my eyes. “It’s called ambition, Eros.”“It’s called masochism.”I tried not to laugh, but a snort escaped. “Shut up.”He grinned, leaning back in his chair. “See, that’s the sound I was aiming for. Victory.”“Keep dreaming.”“Dreams, reality—I blur the lines all the time.” His eyes dropped to my face, and the grin softened into something that made my stomach flip. “You’re really beautiful, you know that?”My pen froze. Heat crawled up my neck. “I—I’m not—”“Yes, you are,” he said easily, like it was a fact, not up for debate. “Not just your face. The way you talk. The way

CHAPTER 28EZRAThe afternoon sun was hot, and I was sandwiched between Lily and Jake on the way to class. Lily was complaining about her professor again, and Jake—who was chatty when he wanted to be—just nodded along with the occasional sarcastic remark.“Tell me why Professor Hart still assigns handwritten essays like it’s 1820,” Lily groaned, shoving her hair out of her face. “It’s the twenty-first century. We have laptops. We have printers.”Jake smirked. “Maybe he wants to see if you can spell without autocorrect.”“Maybe he wants me to lose my mind,” she shot back.I laughed quietly. “You’ll survive.”“Barely,” she muttered, then elbowed me. “You’ve got, what, two exams in one week? And you’re not dead yet?”“Give it time,” I said dryly.Jake chuckled. “Overachievers always look alive until the last second. Then they collapse.”“Encouraging,” I said.“Realistic,” he countered.I shook my head, smiling. Somehow, we all just… clicked. Even Jake, who could go quiet for an hour and

CHAPTER 30DORIANJennifer Kim had been my classmate in school. Now she was Professor Kim, running circles around half the faculty with her sharp tongue and sharper grading.When she called me last week, I almost said no. I had enough to do, enough sermons to plan, enough sins to wrestle with.But then she said, “Come sit in on my students’ presentations. I could use a second set of eyes.”And I said yes.Not because she needed me. But because I knew he would be there.Ezra Monroe.The boy who had been in my head every night since the retreat.So here I was, sitting in a lecture hall instead of my study, watching group after group stumble through graphs and slides.Jennifer leaned over. “Thoughts?”“Unprepared,” I said simply.She smirked. “Brutal. Just like college.”I gave a short nod, but my eyes drifted past her.To him.Ezra. Sitting in the middle row, pen in hand, curls falling into his face. He was listening to his classmate—Eros Martinez—who leaned close, whispering something