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Chapter 48
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MiguelAshley was a very loud crier. Especially today. Each time she took a break from her cries and caught some air, the next cry was somehow louder. Each increase in pitch only managed to make my heart sink even more. I still hadn’t figured out why she was crying. What had happened that made her break down this much. Someone drew the curtains open, quite suddenly. Their scent was particularly familiar. They were probably pulled here by Ashley’s loud cries. Especially now that she had started crying even louder. Understandably so. I would be concerned as well, if I was passing by and heard very loud screams and cries. I looked up, wanting to know who this concerned and curious soul was. The person who had opened the curtains. It was none other than my beloved Penelope. I locked eyes with her, as she saw what was going on. I could tell what she was thinking. For the most part, she was confused about the position she found me. A tall, beautiful, and blonde woman laying in my arms, cr
Saints Don't Moan Chapter 49
Penelope I was still trying to recover from the embarrassment I felt from Miguel’s snarky remarks. I still hadn’t figured out if it was a joke or not. I didn’t waste any time in going into the hospital to find Gabriella. Of course I was wondering why she had even specifically asked for me. I hadn’t done anything that would particularly warrant being summoned. It wasn’t too long before I started to question my faith. I started to question my devotion to my faith and to Christ. Was I really ready to be in this? I certainly hadn’t been acting like it. Guilt flooded my mind. Every thought that came up, attempting to defend my devotion, drowning as immediately as they rose. Gabriella had that effect on me. I managed to brush them off and focus on getting into the room and being of service to her as much as I could. Entering the room, I could notice the complete one-eighty from the last time I saw her. She was lucid and looked almost normal. She wasn’t frantic or throwing a fit about ho
Saints Don't Moan Chapter 48
MiguelOn getting to the hospital, still in the mood of healthy banter with Penelope, I made a joke to Penelope. I asked her if she had sat on water because the back of her habit was wet. Confusion was written all over her face. Seeing her curl up in a ball, metaphorically made me cackle a bit. I was joking about the comment I had made about her backside being wet. I wondered if she knew that, because I said it with the straightest face and the most serious tone. Before I could even think of another joke or comment to make, she had run off. Most likely, out of embarrassment or anger.I expected she would at least say something back. Instead she just ran off. It hadn’t been too long since she left before I received a call from the hospital. A loud ring had cut short my admiration of the good weather. The harsh conditions we usually faced were nowhere to be seen. No harsh sun. The beams of the sun, attacking every cell in your body, punishing you for daring to step out of your house.
Saints Don't Moan Chapter 47
Penelope As I closed my eyes in an attempt to pray, trying to cleanse my mind of thoughts of Miguel, I squinted. All I could think about was his body, those eyes, his v-taper, that chest, his- I needed to concentrate and at least try to pray for this woman. His broad shoulders. The definition of his leg muscles, his toned abs. How he always looked when sweat traveled from ab to ab. How large his hands were, and how they would be perfect for certain penetrative activities. How soft his hands were. The perfect middleground between soft and hard. The kind of hands that told a story. I have worked hard, but I am warm at heart. I needed to pray for this woman. I cleared my throat and tried again, before being interrupted by Miguel.“I have to get going. I must return to the hospital,” Miguel said, addressing Laura and me. I wasn’t done examining his glorious body. I was sad to see him go. His thick, silver hair caught the light like spun metal. My eyes locked in on his contrastingly
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Miguel“Why do you want to sit at the back?” I asked, “you're worried you would jump me like you did the last time?” She blushed, definitely embarrassed by the whole thing. “Kissing you wasn't that great,” she hissed, “so no worries. I won't be doing it again.” Ouch. I was taken aback by her response. Even if she was lying, it definitely hurt to hear. Especially because there was no trace of humor in her tone, nor her demeanor. I moved closer and held her face. My hands palmed her soft features. She let out a loud gasp from the action. The no touching rule had flashed my mind as I touched her, but I hated those rules anyway. “Look at you,” I shook my head, “so needy.”She pushed my hand away, disrespected by my comment “me? Needy?” She asked. I didn’t answer, however. I just made my way to the driver’s door and got into the car. I shot my head out of the car, looking at her. “Are you not getting in?” I asked.Her definition of a response was rolling her eyes. She opened the doo
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Penelope I sat in my office the next morning, the early morning sun filtering through the window casting a soft warm ray on my skin. The sun was welcome given the rains and long cold nights that had become common in Oakridge. I held a legal pad in my hand, scribbling on it with a black ball point pen. Miguel and I were going to need boundaries if our living arrangement was to continue this way. My heart raced surreptitiously every time my eyes met the bed that we had shared the night before. The bed was large enough to hold us both and yet we ended up tangled into each other. It was not ideal. I clutched my rosary with my free hand. Sharing a bed with a man as sexy as Miguel was simply inviting trouble for my soul. RULESRule One: Always knock before entering. If the door is closed, do not barge in.Rule Two: We must operate a strict bathroom schedule. I'll be in the bathroom from 6:30 to 7:00. You can use the bathroom afterwards. Rule Three: We are not to change clothes in the sa
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•Penelope• I ignored the tingling between my thighs all evening. It didn’t help that during mass, Father Marshall, bless his soul—suddenly looked like Dr. Miguel Ramirez from the side. Same silver hair, same calm, unreadable expression. I blinked hard, looked back down at my prayer book, and
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•Penelope•“I said no glue near your mouth, Noah.”I pulled the bottle gently from his hands before he could make a second attempt. The boys at Saint Jude’s Orphanage had a creative streak, which was a polite way of saying they spent most mornings testing how close they could get to trouble before
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•Miguel• “Try this.” I held up the cream-colored blouse, half amused, half annoyed she hadn’t picked it herself. Penelope wrinkled her nose. “That’s something a kindergarten teacher would wear.” I arched a brow. “You work at an orphanage, you teach the children.” “okay, fine.” She snatc
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•Penelope • The bell rang three times for afternoon prayer, and I was halfway through shelving the hymns when I headed the footsteps that didn’t seem to belong to any of the children. I stayed facing the shelves. Maybe if I just kept working, whoever it was would go away. But Mother Super
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