Chapter 5571 Song Of The Gypsy Woman:>Ep4
- Her breasts rose and fell close to his chest, a light sheen catching the gold of the candles. She leaned closer still, too close, a slow smile unfurling on those lips.
- "Well?" she whispered, her voice breathy, a fingertip circling his palm. "Which path do you choose, young priest? Duty or..."
- "Adventure," he breathed, before the sensible part of him could argue.