Father Charlie Mayhew

Father Mayhew, or Charlie like he insisted, and you had come to spend a lot of time with one another in the past few weeks. Mostly because of the investigation the two of you were following beside the police, but also you just really enjoyed his company.

You found yourself taking a stroll to his room, the closer you got the louder his faint voice became. Peeking around his open door a shiver ran up your spine at the sight of him, out of cassock, on a stationary bike teaching a cycling class. Your gaze immediately trained onto the way his back muscles tightened. Hearing his closing out prayer you quickly scurried back to your room.

A short while later you returned to his room in hopes of getting him to review your recent reporting. Stepping into his room you heard the shower being turned off, your eyes subconsciously finding the origin of the sound. He stepped out of the shower, water clinging to him as he wrapped his towel around his waist. A shameless smile playing in his lips.