Everything started the night I saw the burning man fall from the sky.
Gwen HayesMots clés angel-paranormal-romance
I don't know what to say. This summer hasn't turned out at all the way I'd planned. I'm not supposed to be standing in the middle of a barn with a blue-eyed cowboy who's looking at me like he's about to kiss me. I shouldn't be wanting him to kiss me.
Cynthia HandMots clés angel-paranormal-romance
I didn't ever think you were a freak. I think...I thought you were magic or something. I thought that you were too perfect to be real.
Cynthia HandMots clés angel-paranormal-romance
Tuck," I breathe, and then he kisses me.
I've been kissed before. But nothing like this. He kisses me with surprising tenderness, for all of his gusty talk. Still cupping my face, he gently brushes his lips against mine, slowly, like he's memorizing what I feel like. My eyes close. My head swims with his smell, grass and sunshine and musky cologne. He kisses me again, a litte more firmly, and then he pulls back to look down into my face.
Mots clés angel-paranormal-romance
He loves me. Inside his head, his every thought and reaction was born of love, love inside and out, crazy, irrational (and sure, a bit lustful) love. He loves me, and that's also what terrified him when he saw me all lit up like a Christmas tree. He doesn't know what I am, but he loves me.
Cynthia HandMots clés angel-paranormal-romance
I'm sorry," I choke out.
He's quiet. Tears drip off my chin. He lets out a slow, shaky breath.
"Don't cry," he says. "That's not fair."
I laugh and sob at the same time.
"It's okay," he whispers. His fingers brush at the tears on my cheeks. "Don't cry."
Then he puts his arms around me, wings and all. I curl my arms around his neck and bury my face in his chest and breathe in the smell of the river on him. Somewhere in the woods a crow caws. A blackbird answers. And then we're kissing and everything goes away but Tucker.
Mots clés angel-paranormal-romance
I love how he sometimes gets embarrassed by the mushy stuff between us and then his voice gets all gruff and he tickles me or kisses me to shut us both up. Boy, do we ever kiss. We make out like champions.
Cynthia HandMots clés angel-paranormal-romance
He's not meeting my eyes anymore. "We're young," he says. "We've got lots of time to fall in love.
Cynthia HandMots clés angel-paranormal-romance
Breathing is...difficult at the moment.
Breathing is a necessity for you humans, and if kissing you causes you to have difficulties, I might have to refrain from doing it again.
Mots clés angel-paranormal-romance
Before I succumbed to the sweet lull of his voice, I made one last request. "Stay".
I was asleep before he could answer, but in my dreams I heard him reply forever.
Mots clés angel-paranormal-romance
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