The Blossoming of Veronica – Part Two: Surrender

"Nothing that feels like this—angels dancing on my every nerve and life flowing so uncontrollably delightful—can ever be a sin."

The morning light crept through the edges of my curtains, bathing my room in a muted, gray glow. I lay still, staring at the ceiling, the remnants of my dream clinging to my senses. The steam, the glances, the tension—it...