The Nun's Lustful Desire
It feels like a fire starting in my belly.
“No, Angel. For God’s sake, you are a nun. This is just a distraction. This is a sin.”
I slide down the wall. I lower my head until my forehead touches the cold, hard tile. The contrast of the cold floor and my burning skin makes me gasp.
“God, forgive me,” I whisper, though my heart is still beating fast for the stranger.
Then comes a knock.
“Angel! Breakfast! Hurry up!” Nanny Mara called from outside.