1 ~ I’d Crawl Back For More.

JOSEPH’s POV

The chapel remained quiet under the cover of the night, the kind of silence that presses in on you like a secret you shouldn't know.

Candles flickered in their iron holders, throwing dancing shadows across the stained glass windows.

Saints stared down from those colorful panes, their eyes seeming to follow me as I pushed open the heavy door.

My hands shook, my heart hammering in my chest like it wanted to break free.

I wasn't here for prayers.

Not tonight.

Father Matteo had been haunting my dreams, his broad shoulders and that stern jaw filling my head with thoughts no...