Anyway, our relationship itself became kind of popular, kind of like I can picture Eden and Jonah becoming—almost legendary. He was handsome, smart, and athletic, and I was beautiful, smart, and went to every single game. What was special about TK was his size for his position. He played small forward, or a “three” depending on the play setup the team used, though his size was more that of a center. Well over six feet by the time he was a freshman, he was on the varsity team from the beginning. He was light on his size-fourteen feet, and able to move his six-five frame around the court like it was a freakin’ ballet by the time he was a senior.
His grace was left at the court, however. He was a sloppy kisser and his hands were rough as they forced their way under the Victoria’s Secret silk underwire bra I’d spent fifty dollars on and only wore for him. He never actually noticed it. I was honest with him and emphasized I wasn’t going to have sex with him. I wasn’t ready, I told him, though it was less about being ready. I simply wasn’t interested in going there with him. Sculpted body aside, I knew it wouldn’t be special. And while I wasn’t against having sex before marriage, I at least wanted it to be special (or have the appearance of being special) if I did choose to.
We didn’t have some sort of dramatic breakup at one of our proms or in any public way. Instead, it was scarier and sadder.
We went on a date and back to his house one Saturday night during winter break. We kissed our way through the motions and quickly found ourselves with our shirts off, skin touching skin, as usual. And, as usual, he reached for the button on my pants, and I began the dance of slapping his hand away. It escalated quickly, Trent complaining at how tired he was of waiting for me to be ready. Then, he tried to pin my wrists down, telling me he just wanted to play. But it hurt. His hands were wrapped around my wrists so tightly I couldn’t even make a fist.
“Trent! Stop!” I screamed at my max volume right away, scaring both of us.
My heart raced as I collected my things and ran out of his house without a word. He came to my house a few days later, horrifically apologetic. I told him I didn’t want to see him anymore, that sex was clearly more important to him than I was, and he should enjoy the remainder of his senior year with all the sex he pleased. He begged and I cried, and in the end it was just that. The end.
The rumor mill ran its course for the rest of break, especially since I attended Jessica Shell’s New Year’s Eve party without him, but by the time we got back to school, everyone had moved on. Except Trent. He went through the rest of the school year without asking anyone else out on a date.
Once in a while he’ll “like” something of mine on Facebook, but we don’t really talk much. And I still haven’t had sex, because it’s hard for me to separate what happened that night from what sex is supposed to be like.
“Yo!” Someone whistles and snaps their fingers in my face. “You with us?”
With the real world coming into focus around me, I feel throngs of people pushing past me as they head for food. Roland is standing front of me with a slightly concerned smile on his face.
“Yo?” I question, forcing a smile of my own.
He chuckles. “Are you okay? You seemed kind of lost there.”
Moving to walk inside, I motion for Roland to follow me. “Just lost thinking about an old boyfriend,” I admit, trying not to sound too burned.
“Ah,” he replies. “Not really sure how to respond here.”
I laugh. “Like Pastor Roland Abbot, I guess.”
We reach for our plates at the salad bar and begin piling them with leafy vegetables.
“In that case,” he sounds mildly relieved, “I have to tell you I’m a fan of courtship.”
I drop my tongs and stare at him like a train wreck is happening on his face. “You’re kidding. Do you think people should save their first kisses for marriage, too?”
“I didn’t say that,” he replies with a small laugh. “Courtship is about more than kissing or sex.”
“So is dating,” I challenge, nodding for him to follow me.
I’m comfortable asking him to come sit with me and my friends—who I’ve spotted at a table in the middle of the crowd—because Roland has made it a point of being a very accessible member of the faculty. And clergy.
Wait, it’s not called clergy here. What is it?
The point is, Roland is frequently seen dining with groups of students, or even one-on-one. We’ve never shared a meal together in Mission Hall, but I’m feeling confident enough at this point to do so. We have an easy banter between us that no longer reeks of awkwardness, and I’ve gotten good at making up reasons for our chats in case anyone should ask. No one has, which is a relief, but it’s best to be on the safe side.
“Look who I found,” I say to the table as I sit and point to Roland.
Most freshmen at Carter have a similar schedule. The school is small enough to work it that way, so we almost always have lunch at the same time. Sometimes I long to dine alone, but I know self-isolating would just garner me more attention.
“Pastor Roland,” Jonah says, standing to shake his hand.
“Good to see you, Jonah,” Roland replies. “I’m looking forward to seeing you with the band on Sunday.”
My eyes widen and I smile broadly at Jonah. “You didn’t tell us you’re finally playing!”
Jonah grins like he’s blushing, but his skin tone remains even. “Thanks.”
“Where’s Eden?” I question, noting that Jonah is flanked by Silas and Matt.
“She’s volunteering at Planned Parenthood today.”
Jesus Freaks: Sins of the Father
Andrea Randall's books
- Sacred Sins
- Sins and Scarlet Lace
- Sins of a Ruthless Rogue
- Bed of Roses
- Son Of The Morning
- Cover Of Night
- Affairs of State
- A Profiler's Case for Seduction
- Because of Rebecca
- Conflict of Interest
- Eclipse of the Heart
- Flames of Attraction
- Illusions of Love
- Keeper of the Moon
- Keeper of the Shadows
- Legacy of Love
- Love Proof (Laws of Attraction)
- Miles of Pleasure
- Of One Heart
- Off Limits
- Off Sides
- Out of the Dark (The Brethren Series)
- Out of the Depths
- Pool of Crimson
- Prince of Wolves
- Rules of Entanglement
- Shadow of My Heart
- Something of a Kind
- Son of a Preacher Man
- Taste of Desire
- Taste of Love
- Translation of Love
- Web of Deception
- Words of Love
- The Lady of Bolton Hill
- The Scars of Us(Scars Series)
- Dreams of Lilacs
- House of Ivy & Sorrow
- A Question of Honor
- The Owner of His Heart
- The Heir of the Castle
- Tower of Glass
- The Last Prince of Dahaar
- Terms of Engagement
- Secrets of a Bollywood Marriage
- David Lord of Honor
- Return of the Prodigal Gilvry
- Killing Me Softly(A Broken Souls Series)
- Starting Over(Hart of Seattle)
- The Resurrection of Aubrey Mill
- OFF SIDES
- Confessions of a Royal Bridegroom
- Stolen: Warriors of Hir, Book 3
- The CEO Buys in (Wager of Hearts #1)
- The Law of Moses
- A Pound of Flesh (A Pound of Flesh #1)
- Arouse: A Spiral of Bliss Novel (Book One)
- Awaken: A Spiral of Bliss Novel (Book Three)
- The Art of French Kissing
- Leo (A Sign of Love Novel)
- Echoes of Scotland Street
- Stinger (A Sign of Love Novel)
- Ten Days of Perfect (November Blue #1)
- The Song of David
- The House of the Stone
- Ashes of Honor: An October Daye Novel
- The Weight of Feathers
- Blood Brothers
- Face the Fire
- Holding the Dream
- The Hollow
- The way Home
- A Father's Name
- All the Right Moves
- After the Fall
- And Then She Fell
- A Mother's Homecoming
- All They Need
- Behind the Courtesan
- Breathe for Me
- Breaking the Rules
- Bluffing the Devil
- Chasing the Sunset
- Feel the Heat (Hot In the Kitchen)
- For the Girls' Sake
- Guarding the Princess
- Happy Mother's Day!
- Meant-To-Be Mother
- In the Market for Love
- In the Rancher's Arms
- Leather and Lace
- Northern Rebel Daring in the Dark
- Seduced The Unexpected Virgin
- Southern Beauty
- St Matthew's Passion
- Straddling the Line
- Taming the Lone Wolff
- Taming the Tycoon
- Tempting the Best Man