Daredevil Feelings

Love's not a sin

Suddenly the nun's eyelids built its ounce as she fell asleep in front of Timothy. Snoozing again as she had still alcohol in her blood, snoring as her bourbon's breath spread around her, reaching Timothy's tender nostrils.

The young priest couldn't help but watching her effortlessly overwhelmed by her grace as she was asleep. A broad, sheepish smile formed on his fresh, youthful face. Her elegant, petite hand was in his surprisingly smooth, warm one, absorbing mutual warmness. He removed his hand from her hair as he didn't want to interrupt aloofly her catnap.

"My rara avis!" He whispered silently in the dull hush in the bedroom as the jolting down lighting bolts outside and the pouring rain were the single noise resources.

Flashback

1962

Jude was waiting midst with a couple of other nuns, sorted by their age from the youngest to the eldest as Jude was in the middle. The another four sisters, headed by Mother Claudia who walked with the young priest, affirming to purchase Briarcliff, turning it in a mental institution for mentally sick people and criminals.

Once the nun stood nervously between Sister Frances, a younger one and Sister Ivy, slightly older than Jude, she darted her uneasy hazel eyes to the handsome young priest, observing every action of his. She scrutinized him as her eyes scanned his physical features, perceiving him as a sympathetic handsomer.

Once Mother Claudia and the new Monsignor of Briarcliff stood inches away from the nuns, the eldest nun introduced the new priest as he presented briefly himself in front of the sisters. Mary Eunice, the youngest of them, darted her winter blue eyes into the slightly older man with a coy, childish smile, formed on her fresh, pale like vanilla face. She shuddered when he commenced with his brief personal presentation.

"Good day to you, Sisters! I couldn't be more grateful and honored by Mother Superior Claudia who brought me here. I am actually Monsignor Timothy Howard, an English priest, originating from aristocratic, deliriously wealthy family from London. What it struck me about Briarcliff was to purchase this facility, turning it in a mental hospital for mentally ill patients. Helping the society to find path to the light and God. I believe the tonic for a diseased mind lies in the three P's: productivity, prayer and purification." His introduction struck Jude as she gazed in awe Timothy, feeling unconditional uneasiness enveloping her body and heart. She listen attentively every word of his, without distracting herself with something adventitious.

Afterward he walked up as he approached Mary Eunice, starting first with her as they shook their hands, thereafter handshaking with Sister Frances and then Sister Jude.

"It's a pleasure, Sister Jude. Monsignor Timothy Howard!" He said professionally with a gentle, adorable smile spread across his lips. She was mesmerized by the way how his lips produced vocally each syllable especially when he spelled their names. His colossal, surprisingly smooth hand shook with the slightly older woman's warm, petite as this phenomenal sensation sent shivers down her body of sweetness, pleasure and slight embarrassment. In the interim her cheeks readily heated as they acquired rosy tingle.

"It's mine pleasure, Father Howard. Sister Jude Martin!" She nod humbly, mousily her head as he was the crucial reason why her smile was broad, radiant. Her heart raced when he went up to her. She was feeling so lost. Lost like a schoolgirl who just met her new sympathetic male classmate. The juvenile priest attempted to not admire so hard her physical natural beauty though he failed. His chocolate eyes glistened brilliantly once when they met, pursued for the hazel eyes which were fixed on him in the entire time. The elegant smile that welcomed him and cheered him up. Across her plump, peaches-and-cream lips. The blond hair strand that protrude out of her wimple, merging with her white like a snow skin tone. Electrified skin beneath the formless clerical black robe as her sensitive epidermis goosebumped.