HOLY SINNER

FATHER BRIAN~~

I had always believed myself to be a man of unshaken principles. Years of devotion, prayer and unwavering faith had built a fortress around my soul. One that temptation could not penetrate.

Until she came.

She stepped into the church like she belonged there, yet everything about her screamed that she didn't. A red dress, indecently tight, hugging every sinful curve. Her lips were painted the color of temptation, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor, her hips swaying, head held high, exuding confidence that made her stand out like a flame in the dark.

I saw her from the altar, where I had been...