Until The End Of Time

Chapter 11. A late summer night

Notes: Sexual Content

Kye was pinned to the truck. She looked up at the large shadow in front of her. Its eyes, which resembled two blue flames, had haunted her dream for months. They glowed beautifully in the dark before dimming. Kye couldn't see the shade that she had missed so much, but under the bright moonlight, Michael's features were visible and even more striking in black and white.

The sparkles of his eyes spoke louder than any word. Anger, sorrow, worry... all wrapped up together, making her speechless. Kye never knew the archangel could show that many emotions through his eyes. Maybe she did and had forced herself to forget.

"Michael..." Her voice sounded foreign as if it came from someone else. Saying his name out loud for the first time after months apart sent a shockwave through her spine. Kye didn't know if it was good or painful.

"What did you say? Just now." Michael tilted his head.

"I didn't..."

"Not say." The archangel closed his eyes, searching for the right word. "What did you think? Repeat it."

"I don't remember." Kye dropped her eyes to the ground. His intense gaze made her want to cry.

"Stop lying. I've heard everything, and now you don't have the courage to say it again, Kye?"

His tone was as cold as ice, and then it changed. The way Michael said her name in the end, like an alluring taunt, made Kye unsure if she wanted to kiss or slap him. Either way, she dreamed of making it hurt despite knowing how physically impossible that was.

Kye closed her eyes, hoping her conflicting emotions would quiet down, but it was no good. Michael's presence was overwhelming. His scent was as clean and crisp as a snowy morning, filling her every cell. At the same time, the heat emitting from his body was almost unbearable. Michael's breaths constantly brushed her cheeks in slow and steady motions. In combination with being so close to his grace and how emotional she was, goosebumps spread uncontrollably all over her skin.

The hardest thing to ignore was the very atmosphere around them. The air seemed to warp and crackle with power. Either the archangel had done something to charge up his grace during the time they were apart, or his mood was very unstable at the moment.

Everything Kye had remembered and imagined about Michael was magnified by a thousandfold. She was afraid that she couldn't keep up the calm front much longer.

"Open your eyes and look at me, or I will pry them open. You know I will." Michael's hand on her neck was barely a phantom.

Kye used to find his touch comforting, but now it just burned like fire. She pressed herself a little harder against the truck, hoping to create some distance from Michael, but as she moved, so did he. Her back felt like it could break. Kye frowned at the increasing discomfort and slowly opened her eyes. It took a few minutes of mentally preparing before she could look the archangel in the eyes again.

"Let me go." She tried to keep her demand steady.

"Not until you repeat what you thought."

Michael's voice was monotonous, but Kye could detect a subtle playful note. It reminded her of before. He was a cat, and she was his half-dead meal. Kye was frustrated at her helplessness, but at the same time, the heat building up in the pit of her stomach made her slowly lose focus.

How close Michael was, his touch, his voice—everything about him pulled her like a powerful magnet, and no matter how hard she tried, Kye couldn't break free. Not that she really wanted to. It had been too long, but it felt like yesterday.