Chapter Ten
Steve lay in his bed, Felix curled up beside him, and stared straight up at the ceiling. Tears streamed down his cheeks, and all he wanted to do was pray. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t say the words, He couldn’t manage to bring himself to beg God for forgiveness once again.
To do so would be to say what he’d done was wrong.
How could something so beautiful be wrong? How could something so naturally-occurring be sinful?
Another man had kissed him, and he’d kissed him back—willfully and passionately.
He should pull out his Bible. He should read through the passages in Leviticus and Romans. He should heed God’s condemnation and humble himself before the Lord and beg Him to heal his soul with the cleansing, purifying blood of Jesus Christ his Savior.
But he couldn’t.
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