Oh, crap,” Keely breathes. “You were supposed to stay in my room.”
Asmoday shrugs. “You needed me.”
“I—I did not.”
“Why was he in your room?” Nick grumbles.
“Why is he in our house?” Kimberly seethes.
“Who is he? Who are you?” Kevin redirects his question.
May I sleep with you?”
Keely goes very still. Feels as if she is made of stone. Her stomach dips like she took the plunge on a roller coaster. That came out of nowhere. “Ugh, what?”
“May I sleep here tonight? I slept so well this morning and I believe you will sleep better with me here as well.” He glances at her and smiles devilishly. “You thought I was asking to have sex.” He laughs. It’s such a wonderful noise to Keely’s ears. “I thought we were not allowed to do that?
At least I understand her. At least I am willing to give her what she needs.”
“You’re willing to give her what she wants. That’s not the same thing. I’m not afraid to push her where she needs to be.”
“Perhaps you push too hard.”
“Did she say that?”
Asmoday flashes a white smile. “She does not have to.
You have got me so messed up. You piss me off and make me want to kiss you at the same time. What the hell are you doing to me?
Cheryl McIntyreI want to be a cowboy.”
“You what?” She laughs and turns to look at him.
He runs his hand across the dash board. “This could be my steel horse. And look at me? I could rock a cowboy hat.”
“This song’s not about an actual cowboy. It’s about touring with the band.”
“It’s open to interpretation.
I think you’ve been inserting the Q-tips too far,” Lila says with a smirk.
“I push them in until my brain tickles.”
“You’re a clown, Bry.”
“That hurts. My ego is seriously wounded.
I’m going to take your shirt off. All right?”
He laughs, his eyes locking with hers. “I have been waiting for a year to hear you say those words, Kiem. It’s not nearly as satisfying as I had imagined.
So, what’s it like to be an Angel?” Bryon’s voice fills the uncomfortable silence.
The Angels bark with laughter. “It’s wonderful,” Elijah sings.
I want to forewarn you,” Bryon says seriously. “It’s very possible that I may start talking with a southern accent.”
“That’s all right as long as I can do my British accent.”
He squints and shakes his head. “No. That’s stupid. Those don’t even match. Can you do a country backwoods toothless mumble? Because that’ll work.
I am sorry I was not there sooner. Please believe me. I will always do whatever it takes to protect you. I cannot live without you. Without you, there is no life for me.
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