“You’re the only human I’ve ever been with.” I smiled, satisfied with myself.
“No. You know what I mean.”
“Oh, did you mean angels?”
“Yes, which is even worse, but tell me… how many?” She was getting jealous. I know it’s weird, but I kind of liked it.
We were in the back of the Ferry Building, at an oyster bar that looked out at the bay. I scanned the bay for flying angels but didn’t see any. “I don’t know. It’s been two thousand years. I’ve lost count.”
She looked a bit disturbed but also thoughtful. “Let’s just say for the sake of this argument, you’ve slept with five thousand angels.”
I snorted.
“You jerk. I’m trying to make a point. I’m also trying to get to know you.”
“You know me better than anyone, but five thousand? Come on. That would be less than three a year. Let’s be realistic.”
She squinted. “Give me a number, Lucian.”
“Maybe… a few hundred thousand.” I was being conservative. I shrugged. “There isn’t much to do during magic hours. I’m not proud of it, okay?”
She put her head in her hands and groaned. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder.
“I bet I’m terrible in bed,” she said, “compared to all the experienced women you’ve been with.”
“Angels, they’re different, and anyway, are you kidding me? It is out of this world, utterly spectacular with you. There’s nothing else like it. We were made for each other, Evey. I believe that.”
She looked up and smiled before lifting an oyster to my mouth. I swallowed it, and we kissed. “We should go home,” she whispered near my ear.
We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other long enough to finish a meal. On our way out of the Ferry Building I asked, “Hey, do you know how holy water is made?”
“Yeah, it’s blessed by a priest, right?”
“Guess again, sweetheart.”
“I don’t know,” she said, “tell me.”
Leading her by the hand, toward the street, I turned back and grinned. “You have to boil the hell out of it.”
She laughed all the way home.
LATER THAT NIGHT,sitting behind Evey in the tub, I washed and rinsed out her hair with water that I most certainly had blessed. She sighed with pleasure, and then said, “So what is it exactly, between you and me?”
In my most definitive and certain voice, I replied, “It’s simple, we’re in love.”
“Right, but what does that mean? Will you just hover around me and have sex with me until I die?”
“Sounds perfect,” I said.
She giggled. “You know what I mean.”
“I do.” I kissed the top of her head and then let my hand slide down her back until I reached her butt. She made a satisfied sound, so I pinched it.
“Ouch!” She squirmed away.
Brooklyn banged loudly on the door as she walked by. Her jealousy was off the charts. I picked Evey up out of the tub, grabbed a towel with my teeth, and carried her to the bedroom, both of us completely naked. I knew Brooke would love that.
After we dried off and slid into bed, I rolled over on top of Evey, pinning her between my arms. I kissed her nose. She tried to squirm out from underneath me, but I held her tight until finally, she started tickling me and I had to relent. She managed to roll us over until she was on top.
