Room 322, Sunday night
Josiah stepped into his room quietly, the woman behind him. He didn't want to be here with her as much as he did, as much as he knew that this was where he was supposed to be. But she had been about to make a mistake that would have sent her spiralling further on her path to self-destruction.
He had promised her a kiss. Kissing was no sin if it was chaste and between a man and a woman who shared a genuine affection.
He had promised to stay the night with her. This . . . this was more dangerous, more frightening, the greater test for him.
He hoped he would survive.
He had promised her a kiss. Kissing was no sin if it was chaste and between a man and a woman who shared a genuine affection.
He had promised to stay the night with her. This . . . this was more dangerous, more frightening, the greater test for him.
He hoped he would survive.