“You really should go home and be with your parents, Calista,” he says, his voice shaking.

It completely lacks the authority he carries from the altar. Not nearly enough to rebuke the lust currently crawling through my nerves.

I don't answer. I just look at him, letting the silence stretch until he blinks first.

He clears his throat, glancing past the empty pews toward the massive doors at the back of the chapel.

“Not here,” he whispers, his eyes dark with a mix of panic and desire. “Meet me in my office. Take the back hallway and wait two minutes before you follow me. Make sure nobody sees you.”

He...