I’m not a good Catholic girl.

A good Catholic girl would never use church on Sunday to lust over the Father’s son.

A good Catholic girl would never pulse between her thighs and lose her breath over the boy who recites the closing prayer – even if his voice is low and sinful enough to make her toes curl in her shoes.

A good Catholic girl would never allow herself to be led into temptation by dirty, blond hair and dark eyes…

And a good Catholic girl would never use Bible study as an excuse to be used and abused.

But, like I said, I’m not a good Catholic girl…

And he’s FAR from a good Catholic boy.

Caleb Andrews is everything I don’t need, but he’s everything I want…

God help me.