A/N: Dedicated to Jessie for being the best friend ever and for giving me the courage to actually keep writing this very unpopular book, lol! Hope you guys like it.
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Calla's POV
"Hurry your shit up!!" I yell at Ethan. I have been waiting at the damn door for twenty minutes now while he tucks the boys in. I know he was already dressed, because he teased me for taking so long earlier, so that's a perk.
"Coming!" I hear the sudden trampede of footsteps running down the stairs hurriedly.
"Hey, dumbo. You ready?" I can't help but tease him for the way he ran, or stomped, downstairs.
"Uh-huh.." He's staring at me intently.
Oh, shit is my outfit weird did I go too overboard maybe it's my hair or maybe it's my makeup or do my shoes not go with it what if it's m-
"Damn, Princess. You look hot." And there's the smirk.
"Thanks." I roll my eyes and try to diminish the grin that had formed at his words.
I was wearing a loose, nude colored dress with a gold necklace, earrings, bracelet, and wristwatch. Like I said, I love gold. I then had teal, strappy, six inch, heels and to top it off, a tan clutch with real and pink colored beads that matched everything perfectly.
My hair was in a braided bun with a few curls left to frame my face.
Ethan was wearing nice jeans, a dressy sky blue shirt, and a brown leather jacket.
Needless to say, he was beyond sexy.
We walked outside and I realized then that I had no idea how we were getting there.
Maybe we're... Flying...?
I'm jolted out of the conversation I'm having with myself when he jerks me to his rock hard chest and wraps his arms firmly around my waist. My arms instinctively go around his neck.
"What the fuck are you doi-" I start to ask this, but he puts his forehead to mine, effectively shutting me up, and closes his eyes.
It looks like he's in pain for a couple seconds, but he's a big boy, so I push asides my worry and take this advantage to study his face.
GAWD WHY AM I SO ATTRACTED TO THIS HEAVENLY (hehe) BEING!!!!!?
He suddenly shoots up and grins at me. I give him a 'Da fuq' look before he raises an eyebrow and tells me to take a look around.
I pull away from his warm embrace, with much effort, and glance up.
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
I can't look away. This place looks almost like a stereotypical heaven would, all white, gold, (YASS) and glorious, but it's so much more. It's a city with rivers and small shops and ducks walking along the road. It looks like something I once saw in San Antonio.
The whole city is beautiful and pure-looking.
It's amazing... It's... Perfect.
Oh shit, I said that out loud.
"It is, isn't it." Ethan beans at me and I find myself blushing at his lit up face. He laughs at my read face and asks, "Wanna go shopping?"
"I don't have any money."
"It's heaven, Princess. Ya don't need money, just manners."
I giggle and mutter, "In Supernatural, all the Angels were dicks. Except for the gay one, Cas."
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My Guardian Angel (My Angel #1)
DragosteYOU DO NOT HAVE TO BE RELIGIOUS TO READ DESPITE HEAVEN & HELL THEME Calla Simmons has an average life. She's average. Everything about her is just that. Average. She's never had a family and doesn't know what it's like to love. Then she meets a stra...
