Stars
"Do you believe in God?"
We crouched behind the altar an hour before the Wednesday night service, leaning against the base of the cross and sinning.
"Do you believe in God?"
With his face so close to mine, his honey-brown eyes staring into mine, it was so hard to say no.
Ryan took my hands and rested them on his, not giving me the chance to wipe off the sweat. His were cool and smooth, like a rose petal. Mine were cracked and rough as thorns. Even with the Xanax in my system, my heart was racing. My breathing was kiddie-pool shallow and my hands were in Ryan's.
"Maybe one night, we will."
We crouched behind the altar an hour before the Wednesday night service, leaning against the base of the cross and sinning.
"Do you believe in God?"
With his face so close to mine, his honey-brown eyes staring into mine, it was so hard to say no.
Ryan took my hands and rested them on his, not giving me the chance to wipe off the sweat. His were cool and smooth, like a rose petal. Mine were cracked and rough as thorns. Even with the Xanax in my system, my heart was racing. My breathing was kiddie-pool shallow and my hands were in Ryan's.
"Maybe one night, we will."