Chapter Twelve
Tommy hadn’t stepped foot in a church since he’d graduated eighth grade. As mass began, he wasn’t sure he’d remember what to do, but it all came back. He might’ve stumbled over a few words in prayer and often had to watch to know when to kneel, but overall, he thought he blended in well.
Much of his inability to know what to do was because Deirdre was a constant distraction. He kept thinking about her n***d and writhing on his bed. Although he’d known stopping the other night was the right thing to do, part of him regretted it. He wanted her.
Mass seemed to go much faster than he ever remembered it being as a kid. His sexy thoughts definitely helped pass the time. He would probably burn in hell for that.
Outside, he took Deirdre’s hand again.
Eileen watched the movement
