Dirty and Sinful Collection
“I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s taken over my nights. Even now, it’s all I can picture.”
My mind, against my will, sparks to life. I squeeze my hands together, knuckles white, forcing myself to breathe. “You know God’s mercy is infinite,” I say, the line I use for everyone. “If you’re truly sorry—”
“I’m not sure I am.” Her interruption is soft, playful, but there’s an edge. “Is it still a sin if you enjoyed it?”
Her question lands squarely between us. I hear myself swallow.
“It’s not pleasure itself that’s the sin,” I manage, but my voice cracks a little, betraying me. “It’s what you do with it.”