Ungodly Addiction

Chapter Ten - Sunday Temptations Rekindled

Third Person POV

Sean pulled Kiera close, closer than she had ever been to any man before. Though her heart raced, and emotions surged, she knew deep down that she was safe. His strong hands framed her narrow face, and though her eyes were soft and dreamy, they gave him loud, unspoken consent.

She clutched his bare shoulder with her trembling left hand, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her palm. With a gentle sigh, she let go of her fears, trusting him completely. Sean lifted her effortlessly, and within seconds, her legs were tightly wrapped around his waist.

"Are you ready for this, Kiera?" His husky voice broke the silence. Her heart fluttered, but she nodded slowly, signaling her agreement.

Suddenly, everything began to blur. The room around them turned transparent, and Sean's strong grip started to fade until, in a moment, he vanished completely. Kiera's heartbeat quickened even more as her eyes fluttered open, finding herself tangled in her sheets—without Sean.

It had all been a dream. Her mind was relieved, but her heart ached, missing what was to come.

Kiera's POV - Sunday Morning

I sat up into my bed, anxious from the remnants of the dream. It felt so real, and for the first time, I actually felt ready to lose it all. But then my mind started to wander, I invited thoughts of mom's addiction. All those "what ifs" began haunting me, yet part of me still wished it was real.

"Should I tell him I dreamt about him?" I thought.

Just then, my phone pinged, and I checked the screen. "Speak of the devil," I muttered with a smirk as I saw Sean's name and a text.

"Good morning, Kiera. How are you feeling today? Are you still joining us at church today?"

I called him back immediately, and he picked up on the first ring. "Hey! I see you got my message. How are you feeling?"

I stretched and let out a yawn. "I'm really not feeling it, Sean. I just want to stay home and sleep." A part of me was tired, but another part longed to resume the dream. I wanted him to kiss me, to make lo—

He chuckled. "Good. That's proof that something doesn't want you to go to church. I get that feeling a lot, and when I do, I push harder."

It didn't take me long to grasp what he was saying. "Alright, what should I wear?"

I could hear the smile in his voice as he replied, "Come as you are. Wear what makes you comfortable."

I unconsciously smiled back; he was so captivating. "Okay, I'll see you at 9?" I asked.

"See you at 9," he confirmed.

I hadn't seen Sean since I left the hospital, and our dinner plan was cancelled after he got called out of town for an emergency meeting. He promised he would make it up to us by coming over for dinner after church.

According to mom and dad, they'd been up since 6 AM, preparing breakfast and prepping for dinner. I had high expectations for the day. Though I was a bit nervous about stepping into a church for the first time, I was really excited about spending the day with Sean.

Standing in my closet, I Googled "what to wear to church." The search results filled my screen with images of modest, feminine dresses, stockings, and high heels—definitely not my style. So, I decided to stick with what Sean had suggested. Most of my clothes were back home anyway, so I opted for a pair of black boyfriend jeans and a black T-shirt, which I planned to tuck in and accessorize with a belt that matched my loafers. I felt comfortable yet put together—at least it wasn't my usual sweatpants!