“That’s different,” Adam mumbled as he rubbed his hands on Eli’s chest. “You’re tangible. You’re someone I can see and touch. Someone who makes me feel loved.”
“An atheist then?”
Adam rested his head on Eli’s arm. “No. I don’t know if I’d go that far. I’m probably a cross between an agnostic and a deist.”
“So you don’t accept that there is a god?” Eli asked.
“I question if God exists, but if he does, He doesn’t interfere with the world. He’s the designer of things but doesn’t intervene. You can see His existence in the creation of things, and it’s a rejection of superstition, inconsistent beliefs. Like what is the Trinity? How does water turn to wine? How does water turn to blood? I know you probably think I’m out there, but Deism was big during the Enlightenment.”
“I remember that period.”
Adam’s eyebrows furrowed. “You remember that period?” Adam laughed.
Eli’s face flushed. “I didn’t mean to say that.”