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The last string tying me to the idea that I shouldn’t go for it is I don’t want to make him regret me or our time. I know in my heart I am right about how he feels about me, but it’s frightening.
Finding your person is scary because you both have to take the final leap together.
Our days have been some of my happiest in a long time.
To everyone else, he is the new guarded priest who is devoted to God. Someone approachable but standoffish. To me, he is a man who has so much love and kindness to give. Standing up for me when he barely knew who I was, not assuming I was just as bad as Missy and Elaine, and the way he interacts with Patricia and the rest of the office staff, he’s good on the inside.
I know he doesn’t see himself this way; he’s tormented by something in his past. Lachlan is troubled. There is a reason he has yet to share with me what has made him this way.
Originally, I was going to wait to make a move on Lachlan until I had final news from my attorney on the divorce plan I had built out. A plan that, any day now, I will finally be putting into motion.
I have learned a lot about Kevin in the past few weeks. Turns out, I was in the dark about quite a few things.
The day he pulled out one hundred thousand dollars, it was to put it toward an apartment on the main downtown strip, King Street. He’s been spotted there with his assistant. Apparently, an apartment is better than fucking on my courtyard rug, in his office, or her dingy apartment twenty minutes away from downtown.
I would love to say that’s it, but outside of the new apartment and lavish gifts, Kevin is up to something suspicious. My attorney’s team is still unraveling it all. What we do know is that some of his financial activity isn’t adding up.
On Friday, I am planning to go through his downtown office while he’s at a doctor’s appointment I had scheduled for him months ago.
There is no way he isn’t doing something shifty with this money, and I need to see if I can figure it out. It can’t be good, not with the pattern and sums of the withdrawals.
I can’t think about any of that with what I have to do now. Not when time with Lachlan is so precious and about to expire. I don’t want to waste any moments that I could be soaking in.
Our moments together as just a man and a woman are fleeting. But they are what I hold onto as a reminder of what my life could be after I am no longer Mrs. Matheson.
I love it when Lachlan rolls up his sleeves. He caught me staring earlier, but I couldn’t help it. His muscles are a work of art that belongs in a museum. One where I am the only person who holds a ticket.
With a deep breath, I turn and face him. I can cut the last string that binds us to our roles as priest and parishioner.
He’s looking at me intently as I gaze up at him.
“Father Lachlan, I think I need to make another confession.”
He closes his eyes before exhaling. The torture he knows that I’m about to inflict.
Please don’t resist me. Give in. Give in to me.
“What is it, Goldie?” His voice is low and husky, dripping with honey and sin.
I don’t know if he realizes he just called me Goldie. It’s the first time I’ve heard him refer to me as that nickname.
I smile. A name he has given me making me more his than not.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been weeks since my last confession,” I begin.
“Go on, Avery,” he whispers.
I could bask in his glow and have him whisper sweet nothings to me forever.
I take in a deep breath before continuing.
“I have been having impure thoughts about the new priest at my church,” I confess.
Another confession is now out in the open.
With our closeness, I can sense his arousal as he slightly writhes next to me.
Lachlan’s eyes open, looking hungrily at me. I move closer to him than should be possible. He nods for me to continue with a newfound intensity burning in his eyes.
