Pastor Bobbit’s sermon drones on, something about obedience and the quiet nature of grace, but my attention’s shot.
Because sitting in front of me, in a row packed with college-aged friends, is a girl in a soft blue dress.
Not jeans. Not casual like the rest of them. This one’s modest. Flowing hem, capped sleeves. The kind of dress that tries not to be noticed and fails. Because her figure? That kind of soft, curvy build that doesn’t need much to make an impression.
And her hair. Blonde, with a little wave to it. Pulled back halfway, like someone who grew up with manners and a mama who pressed the rules into her like scripture.
She sings, too. Loudly. Unashamed. Like she means it.
Most girls her age mouth the words, scroll their phones, or stare out the window.
But this one? She’s singing. With heart. With soul.
I might be crushing on her if I hadn’t fallen so hard last night.
Josh was right—Mont du Marquettedidtake my mind off my ex. For the first time in months, I felt like myself again.
But now?
Now I can’t stop thinking about Luna.
Her soft voice. The way she watched that spanking scene, wide-eyed and breathless, like she didn’t know if she should be aroused or ashamed.
That raw curiosity.
That innocence wrapped in sharp intelligence.
Yeah, I noticed.
And yeah—I’m into it.
Not just because I’d love to be the guy who introduces her to all those new sensations… though, let’s be real, I’d volunteer.
But because she wasn’t faking it. Not one bit.
She feltreal. Rare.
But she also felt…hesitant.
Like she was holding something back.
Luna didn’t even text me back last night. No flirty emojis. No “good night.” Nothing. Just left me on read.
Maybe she was just caught up in the vibe at the club. Maybe she just wanted a thrill.
Or maybe she’s still with someone. Maybe that story about having ‘one ex’ was just total bullshit.
Hell, maybe Luna isengaged.
Like Faith.
I shift my gaze to her face, taking her in.
If Luna was a dream…Faith is my exact type. Has been for a long time, if I’m honest.
And she’s off-limits for more than one reason.
Not just because our families are caught up in some backwoods Romeo-and-Juliet style rivalry.
