Chino

You knew it was wrong to have a thing for someone that wasn't yours, especially being the pastor's daughter, but can you help it if that someone is pouring out all their attention on you? Would it really make you a scummy friend if you had even the slightest desire to be with your friend's charming husband? It was more than just being with him that you wanted; you had to be completely honest with yourself. Often, you'd catch your mind wandering off in the middle of your father preaching while watching Chino’s fingers hold the thin pale brown drumsticks, blowing an exasperated sigh whenever you noticed that stupid damn near glowing golden promise ring on his ring finger as a reminder of what you couldn't have. As soon as service was over, Chino drove his girlfriend home, claiming he'd be home in another hour to help clean up the church, insisting she should start preparing dinner being that it was her night to cook, besides it'd take an irritatingly long time to cook for an impatient Chino anyway. He hurriedly drove back to the now empty church with a grin as wide as a Cheshire cat, plotting to take care of your fascination that's been eating at him for months. Chino blamed you for the nights you crept into his mind as he stroked his thirsty, oozing tip. It was your fault for being so eliciting; in Chino’s mind, you were like an undiscovered rare precious sapphire gemstone that he wanted to sculpt into his; he needed you so desperately. He needed to be in your guts so desperately.