Liam looked up at the priest still, watching him with dark eyes made darker by the desire that was flooded through him. He knew this was a bad idea, knew he had no business asking for this, but he wanted it. Oh he wanted it, wanted Riley, so much it was making him genuinely stupid.

Another gentle tug at the jacket to urge Riley to turn towards him, to step closer. His free hand slipped beneath that jacket, fingers curling into his belt.

What did he mean? He meant this, Riley. He meant things that were very much against vows made to a church, but were, at their essence, very fundamentally human and divine in their own right.

"I mean pleasure. I mean losing yourself, for just a little while. I mean one night, together." Just one kiss. Just one night. What damage could that really do?