The Seduction of Ace: A Temptation Unfolds in the Church

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KMPVR

The final hymn faded into the solemn silence of the church, but the sacred quiet was broken by the frantic rhythm of Gogo’s own heart. Each beat whispered his name, Ace, a sinful prayer against the stained-glass light that painted her skin with a saint’s glow. Her knees, still aching from the pew, felt weak with a sudden, unbidden heat as she imagined the confident curve of his smile. The potluck was a blur of polite chatter and clinking plates, a performance she maintained with a smile that felt like a fragile mask. Driving to him, the humid night air through the car window did nothing to cool the fever coursing through her veins. Every shadowed tree along the road seemed to lean in, whispering of the delicious transgression that awaited. When she saw him, standing in the soft glow of his porch light, the world narrowed to the space between their gazes. His eyes, dark and knowing, held a question that her entire body ached to answer. This was a fall from grace, a deliberate step into a temptation she no longer had the will to resist. Surrendering, she stepped forward, letting the church door of her conscience swing shut behind her.