at Isaiah and feel myself start to smile.
"I'm perfect," I tell him, feeling completely and utterly happy.
I go into my bedroom and change into my favorite pink flannel pajamas. When I lay down in my bed, my mind is going ninety to nothing reliving my evening with Mason over and over again. I hug the pillow on Mason's side of the bed to me, watching the minutes slowly creep by on the digital clock on my nightstand, knowing if I just wait a little while longer, he'll be back.
Sometime around the half hour mark I fall asleep. When I wake up, I see that it's two in the morning. I hop out of bed rubbing the sleep from my eyes and walk into the living room. Mason is sitting on the couch reading a book.
"I tried to stay up until you got back," I tell him, crawling onto the couch beside him.
Mason puts his book down and draws me closer to him, cradling me in his arms and letting me rest my head on his chest.
"Well I'm glad you didn't," he says, caressing the side of my face tenderly. "You need your sleep. You're still not completely healed yet."
The warmth of his body and my own tiredness make me feel drowsy.
"Why did you have to leave before?" I ask.
"I needed to do some things," Mason says vaguely.
"Like what?" I ask, trying to stifle a yawn.
"Like take a cold shower before I came back here to be with you all night."
I know the reason for the cold shower and smile.
"Then come lay with me in my bed," I say. "My chastity should be safe for tonight."
Mason chuckles. I like the feeling his laughter invokes within my soul, all happiness, sunshine and butterflies.
Mason lifts me easily as he stands and walks into my bedroom. Gently, he lays me down on my side of the bed and tucks me underneath the comforter. I hear him take his shoes off before he crawls into the other side and pulls me into his arms.
He plants a gentle kiss on my forehead before saying, "Sweet dreams, Jess."
I smile because I know that's exactly what I'll have.
Chapter 9
I wake up the next morning cocooned in warmth. Mason's arms are around me and one of his legs is draped over mine. I snuggle my head against his chest and sigh contentedly, certain life can't get any better.
I hear the creak of a rocking chair in motion on the front porch. I close my eyes and mentally say a few choice words because I know who is waiting for me outside. Not wanting to disturb Mason's sleep, I slowly extricate myself from his hold to get out of bed. I grab my purple fox trimmed coat from the closet and slip on a pair of slippers before stepping out my front door.
"Good morning," Lucifer says to me, bringing the rocking chair to a stand still.
"Morning," I say, stifling a yawn with the back of my hand.
I lean my back against the porch railing in front of him. He's dressed rather sharply in a black tuxedo covered up mostly by a black wool coat.
"I haven't felt you lately," Lucifer says to me. "So I decided to come and check to make sure you're still alive."
"I've been healing."
"Healing from what?"
"From Asmodeus and Mammon trying to kill me."
The brewing storm which enters Lucifer's eyes reminds me of a tornado I saw once when I was a child. A dark swirl of anger encompasses his face and I half expect the ground beneath my feet to begin trembling from his wrath.
"They did what?" He asks menacingly, tempering his anger as much as he can in my presence.
I go on to tell Lucifer what happened the night of the attack, glossing over how I was able to escape, of course.
Even though his anger isn't directed towards me, I can feel the heat of Lucifer's rage like a blazing fire against my skin. I'm just thankful I won't be on the receiving end of his full fury.
"You will not be attacked again," he promises me. "I would have thought Mammon had more sense than Asmodeus but I guess I was wrong. They will pay for what they did to you. I can promise you that."
"Why do you keep them around?" I ask. "They
"I'm perfect," I tell him, feeling completely and utterly happy.
I go into my bedroom and change into my favorite pink flannel pajamas. When I lay down in my bed, my mind is going ninety to nothing reliving my evening with Mason over and over again. I hug the pillow on Mason's side of the bed to me, watching the minutes slowly creep by on the digital clock on my nightstand, knowing if I just wait a little while longer, he'll be back.
Sometime around the half hour mark I fall asleep. When I wake up, I see that it's two in the morning. I hop out of bed rubbing the sleep from my eyes and walk into the living room. Mason is sitting on the couch reading a book.
"I tried to stay up until you got back," I tell him, crawling onto the couch beside him.
Mason puts his book down and draws me closer to him, cradling me in his arms and letting me rest my head on his chest.
"Well I'm glad you didn't," he says, caressing the side of my face tenderly. "You need your sleep. You're still not completely healed yet."
The warmth of his body and my own tiredness make me feel drowsy.
"Why did you have to leave before?" I ask.
"I needed to do some things," Mason says vaguely.
"Like what?" I ask, trying to stifle a yawn.
"Like take a cold shower before I came back here to be with you all night."
I know the reason for the cold shower and smile.
"Then come lay with me in my bed," I say. "My chastity should be safe for tonight."
Mason chuckles. I like the feeling his laughter invokes within my soul, all happiness, sunshine and butterflies.
Mason lifts me easily as he stands and walks into my bedroom. Gently, he lays me down on my side of the bed and tucks me underneath the comforter. I hear him take his shoes off before he crawls into the other side and pulls me into his arms.
He plants a gentle kiss on my forehead before saying, "Sweet dreams, Jess."
I smile because I know that's exactly what I'll have.
Chapter 9
I wake up the next morning cocooned in warmth. Mason's arms are around me and one of his legs is draped over mine. I snuggle my head against his chest and sigh contentedly, certain life can't get any better.
I hear the creak of a rocking chair in motion on the front porch. I close my eyes and mentally say a few choice words because I know who is waiting for me outside. Not wanting to disturb Mason's sleep, I slowly extricate myself from his hold to get out of bed. I grab my purple fox trimmed coat from the closet and slip on a pair of slippers before stepping out my front door.
"Good morning," Lucifer says to me, bringing the rocking chair to a stand still.
"Morning," I say, stifling a yawn with the back of my hand.
I lean my back against the porch railing in front of him. He's dressed rather sharply in a black tuxedo covered up mostly by a black wool coat.
"I haven't felt you lately," Lucifer says to me. "So I decided to come and check to make sure you're still alive."
"I've been healing."
"Healing from what?"
"From Asmodeus and Mammon trying to kill me."
The brewing storm which enters Lucifer's eyes reminds me of a tornado I saw once when I was a child. A dark swirl of anger encompasses his face and I half expect the ground beneath my feet to begin trembling from his wrath.
"They did what?" He asks menacingly, tempering his anger as much as he can in my presence.
I go on to tell Lucifer what happened the night of the attack, glossing over how I was able to escape, of course.
Even though his anger isn't directed towards me, I can feel the heat of Lucifer's rage like a blazing fire against my skin. I'm just thankful I won't be on the receiving end of his full fury.
"You will not be attacked again," he promises me. "I would have thought Mammon had more sense than Asmodeus but I guess I was wrong. They will pay for what they did to you. I can promise you that."
"Why do you keep them around?" I ask. "They
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