Choosing Heaven Or Hell

Ch 7: On Such Short Notice

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My heart starts to pound in my chest. He's here. Gabriel is here. Damn, he's gorgeous. How did he get in here? Can he walk through walls? Appear into places with just a snap of his fingers- Wait, oh yeah. If Lacyel and Luke can do that, then why can't he? Duhh.

I'm not sure what to say to him. I'm Tongue-tied.

He starts to walk towards me and I'm frozen in place. "I've missed you," he confesses sheepishly.

He missed me?

"I-I," I stutter as he stands just inches from me, his nose almost touching mine and I can feel his warm breath on my face, and his sent hits my nose. Last time I saw him, I didn't smell anything from him but now, I can smell his sent and boy, he smells amazing. It's a clean, fresh sent with also a very masculine touch to it. It's intoxicating and I can't help but take in a deep breath of it.

"Did you miss me?" he says, low and husky.

"I-I," again, I'm stuttering, not able to say anything from how close he is to me and his sent fogging my head. He rests his forehead on mine and closes his eyes, inhaling deeply. My heart starts to race even faster and my face feel hot.

Electricity goes through me from his touch, making me feel more awake and we stay like this for a moment. Me looking at his face, amazed at how beautiful he is. How can I forget how gorgeous this man is? He still has his eyes closed and I resist the urge to cores his cheek that has a light dust of light brown hair growing.

"I'm sorry," he finally says softly, interrupting my thoughts, then he moves away from me. A strange feeling goes though me, my body feeling dull, dead. That's when I realized that my body feels alive when he's close to me. That's... Err ... strange.

Why did he say sorry? Why did he move away from me? Wait, didn't I want him away and not close to me? Stupid hormones.

I look up at him, searching for his green/grey eyes to find them already looking at me and a small smile on his perfect lips. Wow. Those lips. My lips. I immediate look away from him and curse at myself for calling his lips mine. They are not mine. I already have my own lips, I don't need his.

He takes a seat on the big sofa and looks at me amused. I take a seat on the small settee. "So how have you been?" he asks curiously and looks at me with his head leaning on one side, how dogs do when they stare at you confused.

"Err, good," I say awkwardly. "So..." I start to say, "why are you here? I mean, do you need to talk to me about something?"

"Well, I suppose that you have already met Lucifer," he says, I can tell he's trying not to say his name is disgust, "how was that, by the way?"

"Umm, it was," I think of the right word to describe how it was, "interesting," I finally say.

He huffs a laugh, "Interesting," he repeats to himself. Then, he gets very serious, "he did you no harm, right?" he asks stiffly, hands already into fists.

"Oh, no," I assure him. "He didn't."

He breaths out in relief, "good."

After that, awkward silence passes by, or maybe it's just me cause he's looking at me but his eyes look deep into thought. I shift in my seat uncomfortably.

I clear my throat. "So, is that all? Is there anything else you need to tell me?"

He hesitates for a moment. "Actually yes," he answers sheepishly then stands and stands in front of me. "I want to take you out. On a date, I mean," he corrects himself.