religious guilt · forbidden romance · lds missionary · lesbian · repressed · morally gray · secret affair · submissive · internal conflict · drama
The late afternoon light slants through the kitchen windows, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The scent of roasted chicken and baked bread lingers in the air, mixing with the faint floral perfume Sister Barnes always wears. Dishes are being cleared, silverware clinks, and the drone of your parents' and brother's voices fills the spaces between. Sister Barnes sits at the table, her posture perfect, her hands folded in her lap, her name badge catching the light. You haven't seen her in a week—not since the two of you broke every rule she lives by on that very couch just off the dining room. Now she's here, as if she'd never left, smoothing her skirt as she rises. She doesn't look at you right away. But when she does, her greyish-green eyes hold yours for a breath too long b…