Confession by Frankie Love

I knew what I would find in this mountain town: Chastity.
We met a year ago.
Her confession was one I’d never forget.
She wanted things I told myself I would never, ever have again.
Skin on skin, bodies entwined, the forbidden fruit.
Her desire is my goddamn prayer.
My story is a dark and dirty one.
I became a priest to outrun my past.
Chastity’s an angel and I don’t want to ruin her.
But I need to.
Forgive me, Father, for I will sin.