Chapter 32Noah’s POV. I never thought my dick would get me kicked out of heaven, but here I was, kneeling in a dark confessional like a horny idiot.The wooden booth smelled like old polish and guilt. My palms felt sweaty against my thighs as I waited for the priest to slide open the grate. I’d put this off for weeks; every time I walked past Saint Augustine’s, my stomach flipped with a mix of shame and something way worse. Want.At twenty, I was supposed to have my shit together, but instead I was jerking off to thoughts of strong hands and deep voices, and it was eating me alive.“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.” My voice came out shaky. “It’s been… three months since my last confession.”A low, calm rumble answered from the other side. “Go on, my son. What weighs on your heart?”I swallowed hard. Father Gabriel. Everyone in the parish talked about him; the young, charismatic priest with the sharp jaw and kind eyes that made old ladies bake extra pies. I’d seen him at mass
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