"Oh no, now you're all wet. Come on," she demands, taking me by the hand and leading me into the bathroom.
“Oh, Sarah, there’s no need.”
“You should have taken an umbrella.”
“Just a little water… a baptism of sorts.”
“It’s my fault, and the least I can do is dry you and your wet clothes. I just burst in here, disrupting your evening. Completely unannounced.”
Her movements start off mechanical. She takes my towel from the rail and dabs at my chest.
However, as she goes through the motions of drying my wet shirt, her hands slow. She holds the towel to my chest and slowly moves it. Caressing my chest in small, deliberate circles.
I know I should pull away. I need to stop this. This is no path for a man of the cloth. No matter how hard I want to stop, I don't want to lose her touch. My body reacts to her naturally. I look towards her eyes, but she keeps them focused straight ahead. Her tongue flicks out between her lips, and she licks them, then bites her bottom lip. She looks up, and our eyes meet.
"Sit." She commands me as she plugs the blow dryer into the socket.
I do as she commands and lower myself to the edge of the bathtub.
The sound of the appliance drowns out my heavy breaths. Sarah's standing between my legs, blow-drying my hair while running her fingers through my strands. A contented smile spreads across her face. The scent of dust lifted by the rain and vanilla from a candle burning in the living room mingle as she turns my head.
My hands naturally hold her waist, as she continues twisting and turning her body while shuffling her feet in sync with her hand waving the blow dryer around my head.
Over the sound of the blowing fan, she says, “Too hot?’
Unspoken explosions of desire erupt in me. Desires I have not felt in a very long time. She finishes and sets the blow dryer down on the sink.
"There, now you're all dry," she says with a smile, as the back of her hand caresses my face.
I lean into her touch. Soft, warm, and intimate. I'm not sure if she hears the moan she's effortlessly pulling from my throat.Goosebumps erupt across my body, and I want to bury every inch of myself inside her.
"I've never been this close to any man like this, and definitely not a priest," she says, seeming to sink in the moment with me. "You make me feel so safe."
"You are safe with me," I tell her, our eyes lock, and my mouth waters. "When you say you've never been this close? You mean?—"
She grins with a slight giggle, "I meanneveras in, never this intimately close. Just asOur Lady of Gracewas never intimately close to a man.”
I struggle to brush her quip away, but the idea of this gorgeous woman being a virgin makes it easy for my mind to focus on her. She's still between my legs, running her slender fingers across my scalp, and causing an inappropriate erection to perk up between us.
"Is everything okay?” I see her head tilt and eyes squint, so, I clarify, “with your mother and the boyfriend." I only ask to stop blood from flowing to my cock. I need this to end before it starts.
Sarah understands I'm pulling away by changing the subject. A slight huff pushes from her nostrils as she backs away from me and folds her arms across her chest.
“C’mon,” I walk ahead of her towards the living room and sit on the couch.
She follows, shaking her head, "No, mom went back to the house and found him bleeding on the floor. He conned her into calling an ambulance and taking him to the hospital instead of calling the cops."
"What do you want to do? You can't go back there."
"I don't exactly have a choice, do I?" She sits on the couch, a little distant from me. It's clear the night is weighing on her, and she needs to rest.
She continues softly, "All my stuff is there. My mother has my car. I'm still trying to figure out school and work."
"School?" I ask.
"Yeah, I'm a sophomore at Bingham Community. I'm majoring in sociology, but the only jobs are in the city, which is what? Two counties over? I don't think my clunker is going to make that kind of commute. On top of that, I don't want to leave Ma here with the likes of Dade. I hate thinking about what he'd get away with if I'm not around."
She's in school. Okay, so now I feel like a pervert. College, yes, but still … she's too young for me. It's best that I help her with this situation and let it go. Lethergo.
