~ Mrs. Stockholm ~

For a whole month, I stay off sex.

Father Romanus visits us quite often now. Every single time he walks through that door, a dark, wicked impulse screams at me to drop to my knees and take him right there.

But I don’t.

I play the perfect hostess.

Because he’s vegan, I prepare special meals—mostly crisp greens and light carbs.

Sometimes, I catch him looking at me like he wants to finish what we almost started a month ago. But I pretend not to notice.

The sharp honk of Father Romanus’s car cuts through the quiet house.

My heart takes a sudden, violent leap.

I rush...