The campus chapel always gave Ace peace. Every Wednesday at 4 PM, he'd sit at the back pew, Bible in one hand, earbuds in the other—low worship music playing as the golden glow of late afternoon streamed through stained glass windows.
He liked it that way. Quiet. Predictable. Clean.
Then she happened.
Gia strutted past the open chapel door like temptation itself—short denim skirt, thigh-high socks, oversized varsity jacket falling from one bare shoulder. Her glossy lips held a smirk that screamed, I don't belong here, and her doll-like eyes flicked toward Ace just long enough to light something dangerous in his chest.
Ace looked away quickly, murmuring a prayer. But it was too late.
She’d seen him.
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The first time they spoke was in the library, of all places. Ace sat near the theology section, glasses slipping down his nose, buried in a coding project while sipping lukewarm black coffee. Gia sat across from him with a loud sigh, tossing her bubblegum pink bag onto the table.
“Hey, you're the chapel guy,” she said.
Ace blinked, startled. “Uh… I guess I am.”
“You guess?” she grinned. “I’ve seen you there. Always so serious. You’re, what—religious?”
He pushed his glasses up, unsure how to respond. “I believe in God, if that’s what you mean.”
Gia tilted her head. “Hot. I’m Gia. Education major. I don’t really believe in that stuff.”
“I’m Ace. IT major. And… that’s okay.”
She smiled like he’d just passed a test. “You’re different.”
He shrugged. “People say that.”
Gia leaned across the table slightly. Her perfume was sweet and sinful. “Do different people ever do… bad things?”
Ace’s mouth went dry. “Bad how?”
She smirked. “Like... this.”
And without another word, she kicked off her shoes under the table and slowly brushed her leg against his. Ace flinched like he’d been struck by lightning. His hands froze over his keyboard.
“I—I should go,” he said.
Gia leaned back, lips pursed in mock disappointment. “So holy. But you’re curious. I can tell.”
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The next encounter was in the hallway behind the school theater. She grabbed his arm just before he entered his 3 PM class.
“Walk with me,” she said.
“I really shouldn’t.”
“But you will,” she said, and he did.
They ended up in the old classroom nobody used anymore. Dusty desks, a cracked chalkboard, and no cameras.
“I don’t understand why you’re talking to me,” Ace finally said. “We’re nothing alike.”
Gia tilted her head. “Isn’t that the fun of it?”
She moved in closer—close enough to trace the edge of his collar.
“You’re like a locked diary. I wanna read your secrets.”
“You’re dangerous.”
Her lips curled. “I know.”
She kissed him, and this time he didn’t pull away.
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Later that night, Ace couldn't sleep. The kiss haunted him—not just the softness of it, but how it made him feel. Like he had stepped out of the boat and was walking straight into the storm, without Jesus to hold his hand.
He opened his Bible but couldn’t read. Gia's laughter kept echoing in his mind.
She was a sin wrapped in skin. But somehow, she made him feel alive.
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In the days that followed, Gia made a habit of finding him.
In the computer lab: “Wanna ditch and smoke behind the arts building?”
In the cafeteria: “Ever had a girl sit on your lap while praying?”
And once, in the school bathroom after his class, she grabbed his tie and pulled him into a stall.
Her kisses were wild. Fast. Like she was trying to taste how far she could drag him into her world.
“I’m falling for you, holy boy,” she whispered once.
And Ace? He didn’t say it, but part of him was falling, too.
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But every fall comes with a crash.
And Ace didn’t know yet—Gia wasn’t his to begin with.
She had secrets tucked under that sweet perfume and thigh-high socks.
Secrets that would burn his world down.
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MY FAVORITE SIN
RomansaHe's a devout Christian. She's a sinful soul who doesn't believe in God. Ace, a soft-spoken IT student with glasses and a heart anchored in faith, never thought he'd fall for someone like her. Gia 4'4 of blonde chaos, doll eyes, pouty lips, and a da...
