~ Calista ~

I’ve stopped trying to find a pretty name for it. It isn’t a crush, and infatuation feels too small and innocent.

It’s an obsession. It’s a fever that hasn't broken since the moment he touched me.

I sit in church and listen to his sermons, but the words mean nothing to me now. I don’t hear the gospel anymore. I hear the rough sound he made against my skin. I don’t see a holy man. I see a man who touched me and left me starving for more.

He took my number. He made it clear he wanted to fuck me again. So why hasn’t the phone...