Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 46

Bella's P.O.V.

Lucien is crying...what have I done? It never occurs to me he is happy. That I make him happy. Me. Bella Parker. When he tells me I've done everything right and asks if I will have him, I think my heart stops beating for a good four seconds. This incredible angel is offering himself to me. To ME! Have I entered an alternate dimension where somebody like me can attract somebody like him? I'm at a loss for words, so I do the only thing I can think of doing, I pull him down into a kiss. His response melts me from the inside out. I've never experienced such an amazing kiss, and I wonder briefly if he has sexual superpowers. I think about what Trish told me earlier, that she's seen the way he looks at me, that he likes me. Well, his kiss proves that to me more than words ever could. Then he tells me something I never thought I would hear coming from his lips. He said he's falling for me and he's never felt like this before. My arms encircle his waist and I squeeze him with all my might. Saying those words to me speeds up the process of filling the gaping holes I have in my soul. I feel complete in a way I've never been before or imagined I would ever be again. Oh this man, this angel. How did I get so lucky?

"I'm falling for you too, Lucien," I admit shyly.

When I look at him, he's got a megawatt angelic smile plastered on his face and I can't help but smile back at him. We've taken the first tentative steps towards strengthening the flimsy foundation of our unpolished relationship, and I realize, for the first time in a very long time, I am happy. I watch in fascination as he folds his wings away, and then the man, not the angel, is standing in front of me again. "Where do your wings go?" I ask.

He gives me a sheepish look. "Kinda hard to explain. I guess you can think of it as they're in another plane of existence, but I can conjure them whenever I need them."

I make an 'oh' with my mouth and nod my head, not really understanding at all but there is going to be a lot of things that will mystify me about him. "Is there anything else I need to know?" I ask, unscrewing the lid to my water and taking a long sip.

He quirks his lips. "This isn't enough for you?"

I scoff. "Probably, since the bottom has just fallen out of my reality, and I feel a little discombobulated," I tell him, grimacing when he lowers his head and looks at the ground. 'Talk to me Lucien, don't hide your feelings,' I think to myself, quickly looking for a way to rectify his withdrawal.

"Look at me," I implore him gently. When his endless blue eyes capture mine, I say, "I think I can assimilate all of this...this....strangeness if you meter your information out like a slow drip from a leaking faucet instead of as a tidal wave. Do you think you can do that?"

He smiles at me and nods. I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. I don't have anyone to confide in who has had these same experiences, so I am going to have to draw from an unexplored internal courage. I hope I have it, and I pray he helps me navigate through all the twists and turns his unusual heritage brings to the table. I continue speaking, expecting him to understand when I'm not sure I even understand. "I'm begging you to warn me before you drop any more bombs on me today, and give me time to grasp their meaning before they detonate."