Luciano's Forbidden Desire

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an bleeding

ce, to be sure I wa

quite a lot. There's blood all over the floor that

here is no one here but him... and me-an

shoul

run and lea

leep. I've been having trouble sleeping this days and I only needed fre

eep brea

deep. bre

him, clutching my rosary like it

bleeding on the altar is an act? Wh

My.

eyes so dark that I could have sworn-if nuns are allo

eep and raspy voice that does som

skittered

says that to a lot of women and they listen immedi

hed him, he grabbed me by hand, pulling me onto him. One moment I was stand

tell Mother

trying to uncover if I'm a threat or not. His eyes stopped

orsening the injury-a bullet wound at his side. I pulled back again and for a man who is bleeding, his grip is sur

nst his hard, warm abs and

dying m

ol yo

s not one I needed someone else to walk into. A lot of things could be misread, and as it already is, I'm not real

ll anyone

ge

ge

ing angel

people are close to death, they begin to see ghosts, visions of their loved

wounded and those dying in the convent. Well, exclude the latter part because

rd will never forgive me. I

ut

voice as earlier that I'm beginning to hate

my

up that he can't think properly? If anyone sees a man

nastery grounds at this hour, l

l him that but he rep

ne more firmer than before, wi

nage to lift him up, although I don't do it on my own. He helped by tryi

onvent and specifically to my room. Luckily, the rest of the sisters re

g to lie, I'

someone

es and am acc

t want to help a man...

e this time. Help me p

pped in. After helping him onto the bed, I quickly

dragging my attention back to him, th

have m

d, almost crying now. "Please,

something I couldn't quite hear. Opening my closet, I grabbed the fir

towards the bed, sitting beside h

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do thi

ook one look at the door again, listening f

have stayed i