Chapter 8 EIGHT

“M-MARRIAGE?”

“MARRIAGE.”

“We-we’re getting married?”

“That is what a priest does, Anya. I didn’t call him to confess my sins.”

He didn’t look like he was bluffing. The realisation that he wasn’t left me with a gut-wrenching ache.

Every impure thought of being fucked and touched in thi...

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