Chapter Thirty-Eight

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JPOV

I hooked my foot around the chair and pulled it closer, sinking into it while he turned toward the coffee pot.

Not wanting to stare at him again, I tried to focus on the boards in front of me, but my mind swirled with the skittering thoughts that flooded it.

Coming to the realization that you're not just an ass, but an immoral prick, was a bitter pill to swallow.

I wouldn't deny that I was sexually attracted to Peter – I doubted a monk could resist the allure – but I found I wanted to know more about who he was.


Ohhh could it be a hint of maturity?