Perhaps that was because of the pull between them, curiosity that it was hard to resist. He did not know what had possessed him, but it was a testament to how much the subconscious within him recognized Liam as someone magical, someone special. The priest tried to push it down, tried to make it so that it rendered itself into a packaged ball of repression.

Just the touch sent shivers down his back, and he leaned forward-- sending his cheek even more firmly against the palm, his eyes slid to Liam's where their gazes collided. And then his tongue slid out to wet his own lower lip, and that gesture was nearly done unconsciously. "Only one kiss."

Speak it more than once, to make it the truth.