I told myself not to, I told myself that the devil wouldn't get ahold of my heart of sins. Over and over again, I told myself that there was a line no child, man, or woman could cross when it comes to trying to sexually assault the person that was housing and feeding you.
I told myself that watching Hailie sleep in fascination, tracing every detail of her face, her hair, her skin, her lips… Was already too much, too perverted, and that if I went any further, if I crossed the line from imagining to acting, I wouldn't be able to live with in for the rest of my life.
But lying there, her breath brushing the space between us, her forehead so close I could almost feel the faintest ghost of warmth radiating from it… I admitted it, I had fallen into the temptations that of biblical lust.
Before I could talk myself out of it, before I could reason, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against her skin.
A kiss was placed on Hailie Sonder's forehead.
