It was time for evening prayer, the rosary beads cool against my palms as I knelt before the small altar in my room, the habit draped over my body like a shroud of false piety. But how the hell could I focus on Hail Marys when a far greater temptation loomed right behind me? My hot neighbor— that sinful bastard with his broad shoulders and cocky grin—had slipped into my room again, his presence like a devil's whisper, heat radiating off him as he stood inches from my back.
His lips pressed against the curve of my neck, hot and insistent, sending a jolt straight down my spine. I gasped, the rosary beads clicking softly as my grip tightened. 'Hail Mary, full of grace...' I murmured, my voice cracking, but the words felt distant, drowned out by the wet slide of his tongue along my skin.
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