Brady snorted and rolled his head into his elbow. He burrowed into my side, but didn't say a word.
Not me. I continued, but only after I had panted for a few sweat-slicked moments. "And I'm going to sing loud. I'm going to kneel when the pastor says 'bow your heads.' I'm going to do the whole thing. I'm going to kneel, fold my hands how the Catholics do, and I'll bow my head so far that my shoulders are going to hurt. I don't care if Viola looks at me weird. Neil won't care. He'll be proud."
I caught short at those words. He'll be proud. No he wouldn't, not in the slightest.
"And if Pastor Radlinson asks for a volunteer for anything, I'll do it. I'll bake twenty dozen cookies. I'll read stories at church. I'll even…" I gulped. "I'll even sing in the choir."
"You need to shut up," Brady growled with his nose tucked into my shoulder.
His breath tickled me, but I ignored him. "I should go to confession. I should be a Catholic tomorrow—today. I'll go to confession and confess my soul, because…oh God…I have a lot to confess."
Brady lifted his head and glared at me. "Shut up, Ray."
I met his gaze. "I'll pray for you too, Brady. You need prayer more than me."
"Oh, my God." He flipped to his back. I ignored how his thigh slid against mine or how his hand fell on my exposed thigh.
I gulped. "I need to tell my grandmother."
"No, you don't!" Brady sat up. He didn't care that he was naked. He looked relaxed, well—he looked annoyed with me, but he was relaxed too. He was always like that. I blinked as he glowered at me and then my fingers slid through his soft hair.
Brady closed his eyes and moaned.
It was the moaning. My eyes snapped back to reality and my hand retracted itself, like it'd been burned.
I needed to be burned, scalded, something. I couldn't control my hand.
"Why do you do that?" Brady shifted on the bed again, but he moved closer and rested his forehead against mine. As he breathed in and out, I stared straight ahead. I was not affected…
"Ezekiel 33:10 says that our sins weigh us down and we will waste away our lives because of them."
He pulled away and ran his hands through his hair—my hand started to rise of its own volition. Brady slapped it away and grunted when he shifted against the bed's headboard. He folded his arms, which bunched his muscles together.
I swallowed.
"It's just sex. That's all."
"It's a sin. Twice. We sinned twice."
"And you totally took that verse out of context."
"I don't care." I pulled the bed sheets tighter around me and then I looked at the door. I waited until I heard my grandparent's snores. They were like vampires when they slept, completely out of it, but I was still paranoid. It'd be my luck that they'd wake up and decide to check on me the one time I had sex in my room.
"You should care." Brady brought me back to our reality. He added as he yawned, "I think it's a sin to take a Bible verse out of context. It's like you're twisting the message."
"Shut up!"
Brady grinned at me as he skimmed a finger down my back. He swept it up to brush against the side of my breast.
"Stop that." I twisted away from his touch.
He rolled his eyes and collapsed against the headboard.
"Stop that, too."
That got a chuckle from him. I couldn't believe it. While I was mortified, already planning how to repent for my actions, he laughed.
"Look at you." His shoulders shook from laughter. "You're so mad at me right now. Anyone else, Rayna, anyone else, and I wouldn't put up with it, but you—you're mad at me and I just think how hot you look."
I flushed and looked down at my lap. Warmth flared in me, but…anyone else…there'd been lots of other girls, and there'd still be lots of girls, but for now—no! I was not going to go there. I tightened my resolve. "You shouldn't say things like that to me. It's not right."
"Why?"
He knew. The bastard knew darn well what I meant.
"You know what I mean."
"No. I don't." He wrapped a hand around a corner of the bed sheet and tugged it backwards. It tightened around me and I was pulled against his chest. He wrapped both of his arms around my waist, held me captive and propped his chin on my shoulder. He pressed a kiss to my neck.
"Don't."
Brady grinned against my skin and then shifted so I ended in his lap. "Brady," I tried to chastise, but his fingers distracted me. They slid underneath the sheet and started to massage my stomach. When they slipped lower, I gasped.
Brady chuckled into my ear. "You only live once, Ray. Even Viola agrees with that."
"That doesn't mean…" I was having a hard time remembering my argument. His fingers now rested on the inside of my thigh. The lower they went, the foggier my thoughts became.
Brady kissed the corner of my jaw and caressed my back with his free hand. His hand was cool against my skin. And I was burning up. I was going to burst into flame, literally.
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