An Unlikely Companion

Chapter 7

I blush a deep red.

"Cat got your tongue, love?" Asks Crowley. "Ah, I see. That was your first kiss, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, it was." I reply

"So, let me get this straight. Your first kiss was from the King of Hell?"

I nod. He kisses me again.

"It--umm--it was good." I say nervously.

"Which one?" He asked playfully.

"All of them?" I ask unsure of what to say.

"Go get some rest, darling. You seem tired." He instructs.

I'm not tired, but I go up to my room and lie in bed thinking about that kiss. I make scenarios in my mind just like any other girl would when she likes a guy. Fantasizing I correct myself. I'm fantasizing.

I'm so lost in thought that it's almost midnight before I'm tired enough to sleep. Gradually I fall into a deep slumber.

I wake the next day to the smell of something sweet.

"Good morning." Says Crowley

"Morning" I reply. I start to get up when he tell me not to. Crowley uncovers a plate with bacon eggs and cinnamon rolls.

"Is that for me?" I ask.

"Why of course. The Queen of Hell deserves only the best food." Says Crowley

Did he just call me the Queen of Hell? I think to myself.

"Thank you." I say

"May I dine with you?" Asks Crowley

I nod.

And so we are. I told him about my life and he told me his. This guy's 491 years old! He looks good for his age. As if an explanation for my shock, he tells my that his actual form is red smoke and that he's possessing a banker.

"Oh! Cool." Is my reply.

That day was just a terrific day. Crowley took my shopping we ate lunch out at a very posh eatery. I couldn't have asked for a better day.