59

SUNDAY

My knees still felt shaky when I finally summoned up the courage to leave the little nook Caleb had pulled me into. I was sure I smelled like sex and... him.

“There you are.”

Noah’s voice washed over me, dredging up more confusion and my new constant companion, guilt.

“Got lost, did you?” he asked with a wry smile.

“I got... distracted. I’m sorry.” I couldn’t lie to him, but how was I going to admit I’d just been tongue fucked by a priest while I was supposed to meet with him in the garden?

His gaze turned assessing. “Is that so? And here I thought I was the distraction.”

“I have a few distractions in my life at this point. I’m a mess.”

“A beautiful mess,” he said, stepping close and feathering his lips over mine before growling, “Mymess.”

“Yes. I’m yours. I’m complicated as fuck, and yours.”