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Chapter 3: Father William's room

Chapter 3: Father William's room

I placed the box on the floor, and took a deep breath, raising my fist and knocking on the door, no one answered, I knocked again.

Nothing.

I turned the knob, it was open, I took the coffee box and entered the room, startled to see Father William in bed, he was wearing nothing but short pants, a muscular arm was behind his head, I could see ink staining his arm and part of his torso. He had a book in front of his face and headphones in his ears, that's why he didn't hear me, but when he looked away and saw me in his room he was startled.

"Who told you to come in?" He said, taking off his headphones, leaving the book aside.

«Scheiße».

I swallowed heavily.

"I'm sorry, father, it's..." I began to mutter an apology, showing him the coffee pot in my hands.

He got out of bed and I forgot what he was saying when I saw him stand up.

Oh.

«Götter und Göttinnen».

His torso was exposed showing an exercised and defined body, I pursed my lips feeling my entire face blush intensely when the intense heat rose to my face.

The tattoo reached his hip and covered up to his pants, what would be the end?

"You're looking at me," he said in disbelief, probably because he was looking with complete shamelessness at his entire body.

But how not to do it? It looked like it was carved by angels themselves.

I looked at his face again, his gray eyes staring at me making the atmosphere more intense like what happened a few hours ago in the office when he woke up from the inconsistency, he looked at me and something... it felt different, as if my body He was tempted to approach him.

I had never felt that way to me, but this felt forbidden; I felt bad.

My heart raced and I felt completely in sin, like Eve looking at the apple, I was looking at him with the temptation of lasciviousness.

"I was looking at his tattoos," I forced myself to speak, "you has... tattoos."

I didn't know that the Fathers could have tattoos, I thought it was a pure temple where holiness lived and not impurity, tattoos here were classified as impurity.

"I have tattoos," Father William said, emphasizing the obvious, "do they bother you?"

He raised an eyebrow and I went ahead to shake my head, focusing my gaze on the next table to place the coffee maker and be able to get out of his room as quickly as possible, saying:

"I don't..."

I accidentally dropped a glass cup that was on the table, crashing on the floor and breaking into many pieces.

"Scheisse." I said through clenched teeth "I'm sorry, I'll fix it, I'm going to glue it."

I knelt down to clean the pieces of glass in my hands feeling like I needed to get away from here.

"Stop it, stop it," Father William said, approaching me.

I didn't pay attention to it, just focused on grabbing the pieces of glass in my hands, and grimaced when it embedded itself in my skin.

"You're cutting yourself," he said, seeing that I didn't pay attention to him, he bent down holding my shoulders and I had to look up when he grabbed me by the chin so I could hold his gaze.

I stopped breathing when I felt his electric touch against my skin, stirring my entire body, and I faced his gray eyes. He was so close that for a moment I forgot absolutely everything I was doing. I noticed how he also seemed distracted looking at me. Did? Did he feel the same as me or was it just me?

Suddenly he cleared his throat, releasing my jaw, probably realizing that this was inappropriate, and whispered:

"Come."

He took my wrists, making me drop the pieces of glass and helped me get up, guiding me to the bed, I sat down and he began to look for things on his nightstand until he took out some alcohol and some cotton pads, kneeling in front of me and taking my hands.

I couldn't stop looking at him, he was too close to me and I could see in more detail the features of his face and even some brown freckles covering his nose and cheeks, concentrating on removing the pieces of glass embedded in my hands with a small tweezer.

"Do you have some kind of problem?" He said, concentrating on what he was doing "You seem to have the word -problematic- around you."

Now I was starting to believe it.

I licked my lips and shook my head, beginning to say:

"It's just that when I'm nervous..."

"Are you nervous?" He asked even without looking at me.

Uh...maybe I shouldn't have said that?

"I..." I started to mutter, but I stopped when he looked up, focusing his gray eyes on me and slightly stretched his lips into a slight smile, asking:

"For me?"

«Scheisse, Scheisse, Scheisse».

I felt the heat rise to my face or rather to my entire body. I looked away from his to the ground and squeezed my legs without knowing why something in my belly began to palpitate, I felt like my breathing was in chaos, I just wanted to get out of here, because having him close, and with my hands grabbed made my way worse focus on the conversation.

"It's..." I said, clearing my throat, "I hadn't been making as many messes as I am now, and everyone in front of you, I didn't want to provoke your anger by being clumsy. Father, excuse me for offending you and for hitting you, it was really an accident."

Asking for forgiveness was the only way for him not to talk to the mother superior and for me not to be expelled.

Father William stayed silent for a moment while he poured some water on my hands, cleaning them. I grimaced slightly, I had a lot of scratches.

"I'm sorry for treating you badly," he said suddenly, "I have a character that I'm trying to correct."

I looked at him, he was now looking at my hands.

I was actually very surprised that he had apologized to me.

"Okay," I murmured.

He dried my hands from the water with a towel.

"Are you Okay?" He asked, looking up at me.

"Yes," I said.

"I'll pour some alcohol on you so you don't get infected," he said and without further explanation he took the alcohol, spreading it on the wounds on my hands.

"Ah," I gasped, feeling the burning pass through my skin and bit my lower lip, "it burns."

"Like hell," he said.

When I looked back at Father William, he kept his now somewhat darkened gray eyes fixed on my face, I felt for a moment out of my mind; Strange, I was left breathless, this was a different look, it was one of those looks that lead you to think thousands of inappropriate things because being so close, it made me want him to kiss me.

I had to calm my thoughts, but what was wrong with me?

Never in my life did I desire carnal things, much less towards a father, we nuns learned to renounce that but...

So why did I feel this way?

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