“Hey,” I whisper, my voice cracking. Tears slip from the corners of my eyes as I smile, and Angel wipes them lovingly before kissing my cheeks and forehead.
“You look so beautiful when you cum.”
I bury my face in his chest and swat his arm when his shoulders start shaking with silent laughter.
My eyes suddenly feel heavy. I’m already halfway asleep, but when Angel starts to leave, I jolt awake. Clutching his arm to my chest, I search his face for what I did wrong.
Angel sees the fear and scoots closer, kissing me so fiercely that my worries melt away. Scooping me up bridal style, still wrapped in the sheets, he carries me to the bathroom and gently sets me on the counter.
“Pee and freshen up, sweetheart. I’ll grab you some fresh clothes, okay?” He waits for my hesitant nod before finally stepping out. But before he even reaches the door, he turns around, kissing all over my face and tickling me until I’m laughing and swatting him away.
I’m not clueless. I know exactly what that moment meant. Seiji taught me enough about this side of adult life. Still, I can’t help but worry. I want a little more assurance, even when I hate dumping my insecurities on Angel.
I pee and hop into a quick shower. When I step out, there’s a beige silk wrap and fresh underwear laid out on the counter. After drying myself, I wrap the strings of the nightdress around my waist. It hits mid-thigh with sleeves flaring at my elbows.
I step out of the bathroom and find Angel on the bed, propped against the headboard. His warm eyes meet mine, and the second he opens his arms, I climb into his lap.
Angel pulls me tight to his chest, and I bury my face in his neck, breathing in his unique comforting scent as I relax against him.
“You feeling okay, baby? Does anything hurt?” He asks, rubbing my back and drawing me closer.
“I’m good. We’re good, too, right?”
I can’t stop myself from asking. The storm in my head won’t quiet until he reassures me we’re okay.
“Of course, we’re good, sweetheart. I love you.There’s no one in this universe I want more in my life than you. And I’ll be damned if I let you slip away over a few silly doubts.”
I love how, with just a touch, he tears down the walls of torture I build around myself.
“I love you, Angel.”
“I love you more.”
Not possible, but I’ll let it slide.
I hold Angel tighter as he slides down on the bed, keeping me on top of him and tugging the warm comforter over us. We always fall asleep like this, with me curled on his chest, wrapped in his arms, but when I wake up, I’m stuck under my man, still trapped in his arms.
It’s my favorite place in the world.
“So now that you’ve said‘I love you’… when are we getting married?”
“Angel!”
29. I’m not pushing out six kids!
Nevaeh
Ican feel it… Today is the day I conquer my Divine.
The room darkens as I draw in every last trace of energy and light around me, making the stillness even creepier.
Thick tendrils of gold smoke circle me like a predator. I flex my fingers as the tingling intensifies, tightening my grip on my Divine.
After months of relentless training and endless patience, I finally know what it feels like to be one with my Divine instead of fighting it. Now it respects the boundaries I’ve set as long as I let it wreak havoc every once in a while.
Sensing my mate and son nearby, my Divine urges me to let it approach them. Until now, I’ve resisted its desire to connect with my family’s essence because I was afraid of losing control. But today I no longer fear its eagerness because I know that even in its hunger for chaos, my Divine would never harm my family.
My fingers twitch at my sides as I take a shaky breath and let my Divine loose. In a blink, the smoke slips from me and drifts toward Anxo and August.
