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ZEKE
I know what you’re doing.
I read the text again, my heart in my throat, my ears barely catching the door closing behind Levi.
A random number I didn’t recognize. One no person had texted me from before.
My hands shook as I clutched my cell, my focus glued to the screen. My stomach heaved, acid burning the back of my throat over the lust I couldn’t control. Sin had risen like a roaring lion, dominating my will—and I’d submitted like a lamb led to the s*******r, desperate to taste him again.
Were there cameras in the church offices? Had Pastor Welker caught us in the act of fornicating?
My head jerked up, my focus combing every inch of the ceiling…the light fixtures…the heat vent. Nothing suggested eyes watched my every move.
So what the f**k?
I sank into my chair, my heart
