Forbidden by God

Forbidden by God

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ViktoriaLyn By ViktoriaLyn Updated Apr 23

I love this place. Sighing dreamily, I run my hand over the deep brown wood of the pew. Just touching it I feel a sense of safety. And calmness. This is my safe haven. I swear I'm more comfortable here than anywhere else. So many memories were made here. As I start to relive some, a hand touches my lower back lightly. I know that icy skin anywhere. The hand belongs to our assistant priest, David. He started here about a year and a half ago, moving from Seattle. Looking at him I grin, his blue eyes are cold, like his hands. I do so enjoy poking fun, especially at someone as stern as the man in front of me. Not returning my smile, he makes a sound of disgust and walks away. Okkayyy then! Isn't this the house of God? You'd think certain people would be nicer keeping that fact in mind. Not dear David.

Shaking my head and laughing, I return to my thoughts. Sitting down on the nearest pew and crossing my legs Indian-style. I take in my surroundings. The structure of the Sanctuary. Roof high...

Thank you so so soooo much for the update!!! Hope to read more when you're able to update again. 😘😘
Can't wait to u update I really find this book interesting keep going please
- - Jul 21, 2015
I immediately thought of that commercial with the camel saying "hump day!" Lol