Touched by Sin

It was morning.

The sunlight streaming in felt like the piercing gaze of the divine.

There was no way he could do this under the watchful eyes of God.

“No, absolutely not.”

With great effort, he shoved her hand away and sat up, shaking his head to clear his thoughts.

It wasn’t drowsiness—he was fully awake now.

As the woman sluggishly rubbed her eyes and sat up, his chest tightened.

He inhaled sharply, freezing in place.

Her slightly tousled hair.

Her face, still dazed from sleep.

The pale skin of her neck peeking out from beneath her cloak.

‘Was she trying to touch me in such a sinful way... With such an innocent face?’

Why did she look so fragile and delicate in the morning?

Were women always this alluring when they first woke?

She looked like a young fawn, too weak to resist if he lunged.

Heat rose to his face.

The sight of her like this was far more shocking than the physical sensations she had given him before.

“Damn it....”