And she’ll never be able to fucking get rid of me either.
The moment she walks by my side, head lost in her phone and one earphone in, mine dings with her incoming text.
Her feet freeze, crunching in the snow-covered gravel of the driveway as she drags her gaze sideways.
I almost can’t get the words out, too lost in her aura radiating from her, even from this distance.
I can’t wait to grip that fucking halo and toss it for good. “Hello, Indie darling.”
She absentmindedly drops her phone into her bag, which meets its demise as it slides off her shoulder and into the snow as she catapults herself towards me.
I catch her, wrapping her legs around my waist, and kiss her like the world is about to end.
“What are you doing here?” she breathes against my lips, making me smile.
“Couldn’t go into the new year without seeing you, could I?”
I only had another week to go, but I’d be missing the beginning of the new year with her, and was I fuck about to livewith a statement saying I last saw her the year before, no matter the semantics of it.
I spin her so she’s sitting on the bonnet, a light fluttering of snow flurrying around us. “When did you get back?”
“Landed about an hour ago.”
Her eyes widen, searching every inch of mine. Even in the dark, those diamond-like eyes shine brighter than anything I deserve in this life. “You travelled all the way back from England?
“Yes.”
“Just to see…me?”
I bark a laugh, a white puff of steam breaking above her head in the cold. “Why are you so surprised at that?”
She dips her head into her coat, softening her eyes as she glances up at me. “I don’t know. You were probably really busy. Won’t your dad be mad you left early?”
I can’t help the scoff that leaves me. “I’m never too busy for you, darling.”
And who gives a fuck what he thinks.
Her eyelids lower, gaze shifting from my mouth to my eyes as she looks for any signs of white lies; she’ll find none. I’m not exactly supposed to have my phone on me during training, but it would need to be pried from my cold dead hands when it’s my only link to her.
“Saint,” she breathes, my lips ghosting along her exposed neck as I lean in, hearing the faint buzzing from the loose earphone.
I pluck it and hold it against my ear.Angels Fallby Breaking Benjamin plays through the first cord, instantly bringing a wicked smile to my face. As much as my darling looks as though she was an angel sent from heaven, when she eventually falls, she’ll be the sweetest demon anyone’s ever laid eyes on.
My hands cup each side of her face, just taking a moment to fucking look at her—admiring what’s truly mine, and it’s about time she knew it.
Her breathing grows deeper in my hold, the puffs of steam billowing around us as the snow gets heavier.
Neither of us move, both getting lost in the abyss of one another’s eyes.
I wonder what she sees. Can she tell there’s no end to mine?
That the darkness that lurks there is permanent, never to be removed.
It’s part of who I am.
The hands that hold her have committed many sins, things I’ll never be able to wash off. All for something she’d never understand, or even believe if I told her.
She’d think I’m the devil.
