FORBIDDEN LOVE

chapter 4

Donald's pov

I was lust in how handsome he was, I have never set eyes on a handsome face like his before. is it how handsome he is in the eyes of everyone or is he just this handsome only to me?  beauty is in the eyes of the beholder so they say.

Standing up,  I couldn't wait to feel his hands on,  though is just a handshake, it will still go a long way to calm the raging tempest (feelings) in my heart that was brought to live by his melodious voice.

extending my hand,  I waited for him to take hold of it, while looking up to him matching his sky green eyes. A tint of pink appeared in his cheeks making him blink his eye lashes, I guess he couldn't stand the lust he most have witness in my eyes or what he feels towards me.  I was move and proud of myself to know that I make him feel the way he does.

I have never wanted to prove myself to anyone before,  but I saw myself being self conscious for I so wanted to please my love.  I guess there is a first time for everything.

Here I am being patient with him as I wait for him to grab my hand which must have be hanging for ages now.

"Come on Fr Angel go ahead and give him a handshake he doesn't bite".  fr moses interrupted our moment as he saved me from further embarrassment while my love flushed with redness all over.

Taking my hand unto his,  his hand was so small that he fits so perfect in mine. And so soft that it makes me wonder how a handsome, perfect fragile been became a priest.

After our mini embarrassment,  we got seated. I came to know that this is his first parish after his ordination as a priest, it made wonder why I never met him during his seminary days,  at least the fight to win him to myself won't be tough.

I am truly smitten by him. every thing about him,  his smile,  his pink lips that I want to ravish with mine,  his voice,  his handsome face,  his flawless skin,  every damn thing about him moves me. 

What have I gotten myself into, my heart becomes week at the thought of something bad happening to him. The fact is, he is the Mafia Don weakness. has my father never thought of scenario like this, when he asked me never to give my heart to anyone. Or am I not his son and man enough to have fallen for a week human and a man at fight sight.

During the cause of our discussion, I became jealous when it entered into my mind to his open to everyone, people are free to approach and talk to him,  for that is the life of a priest.

Right then and there I began to device means on how to claim and keep him just to myself while still ravishing his lips with my dirty eyes.

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BETHANY