Chapter 2“How do you want to do this?” I asked when I stepped into the room. I took off my coat and lay it on the worn-down nightstand in the room. The single mattress pained me to my very core with a glance; it was lumpy, filled with rusty springs, and basically a s**t piece of furniture. I didn’t want to sleep on it, let alone f**k.
When the priest was still quiet, I regarded him again. He was still wearing his coat, which he’d barely undone since we met. The collar was visible, a white phosphorescent orb at his throat, and it glowed in the room. He touched it again and again.
I sighed. “Well, I’m not doing anything on the bed. It looks painful. So how do you usually like it?”
“Why are you asking me? Don’t you know what you’re doing?”
“Oh, I do.” I chuckled. “But you seem to be the s
