“But…”
“Babygirl, stop fucking with me and go to sleep,” he ordered grimly, and I rolled my eyes.
“You’re an idiot,” I shot back at him.
“And you’re a fairy. My Tinkerbell. That enough for you?” I felt his breath disturb my hair and squirmed against him.
“No, I want to be exclusive.” I turned to give him a sideways glance. I could tell that Neil was considering my request.
“Meaning?”
“No other women. I’m the only one who gets to touch you,” I explained, and he didn’t say anything in return; instead, he went back to dragging the tip of his nose along my skin. The long silence quickly became unbearable.
“I’ll think about it,” he promised. It wasn’t a yes, but it wasn’t a flat-out refusal either. Maybe even Neil had realized that this thing of ours could be improved if he would commit to giving me more than just the same thing he offered to everyone else.
“Thank you,” I murmured.
“Selene?” For the first time, he was the one who sought my attention, and I turned again to him. “I might have some nightmares…” he explained in a worried tone, but I rubbed the back of his hand, which was splayed over my stomach.
“Don’t worry about it. We’ll banish them together. Just close your eyes.” I rolled over fully to face him, and after a few moments of hesitation, he obeyed me. Then I deposited a sweet little kiss on his right eyelid and thenanother one on his left. Neil slowly opened his eyes again, his golden gaze even brighter somehow.
“It’s called the angel’s kiss. My grandma used to do it to me when I was little and couldn’t sleep because I was too afraid of the dark. She said it had the power to chase away any nightmare.”
Neil watched me gravely, one corner of his mouth creeping up in a lazy, sensual fashion. He pulled my head down against his chest.
“You are sickly sweet, Tigress. Be aware—I’m going to want these kisses all the time,” he said softly. Was that his way of paying me a compliment? I didn’t have time to ponder it, however, because Neil pulled me against him, and my heart began to flutter in my chest like the wings of a hummingbird.
“You can have all the angel kisses you want if you just keep telling me about yourself, okay?” I nestled into him as I reminded him of our deal.
“Okay,” he answered, and then I closed my eyes, falling asleep.
Neil was circulating inside me by that point.
My love for him was undying.
And who knew? Maybe one day his heart would also transform into a hummingbird?
And would his skin also erupt into goosebumps when he heard my voice?
And would his legs shake when he looked at me?
Who could say?
After all, everyone knows that love is a risk.
And a pleasure.
And an act of bravery.
And a wound.
Of course his inner chaos had gotten into my own head and changed me.
But I was not afraid.
He would always find comfort in my arms, like the arms of an angel.
Because he was a part of me now.
