To Hell and Back for You

Chapter 32: Last Chance

Awakening to Devin's smiling face was the most precious gift. We had barely talked after our re-encounter, opting to simply enjoy the peace of holding onto each other, listening to our heartbeats and our breathing fall in sync.

"Good morning."

"Morning," he returned with that smirk he wore so incredibly well.

"What is it?" I laughed.

"Nothing. I just half-expected you not to be here when I woke up," his smile faded momentarily as I nodded in agreement.

"So what are we doing today? I already called in to work," the man placed a hand on his head and rolled over onto his back,"I have a terrible fever today. Hot as Hell."

"I don't know," my chuckle was the only acknowledgment of his dramatic performance, "I guess a good place to start is to see if you're the only who can see me or not."

"I hadn't thought about that yet. How are you feeling though?" his expression became solemn.

I flipped onto my side, arm propping up my head as I grinned deviously, vision trailing down his naked body, "Fantastic."

He scoffed, "I'm serious."

My wings, which had fallen awkwardly off the side of the mattress to rest on the floor, twitched as if to truly test my state. They actually felt a bit sore, along with the rest of me. I wasn't sure if it was to do with the trip, the sex, or the odd and stiff posture I had kept during the night. It could have been all or none, so I decided to move about and get my bearings.

Carefully rotating so that I faced the bed's opposite side again without whacking my boyfriend with these unearthly appendages, I placed my feet on the floor and stood.

In Hell, I really didn't have to worry about such things because the world was open and roomy pretty much everywhere, filled with creatures who were either large or had similar features. After a few steps, I turned to the man still lying down and staring.

"What a wonderful sight," his gaze mimicked how I had checked him out earlier, drawing my attention to my own nudity.

Cocking my head to the side, I swiftly commanded my energy to conceal my form once more with its demonic flesh and then walked over to the closet to retrieve a fresh pair of jeans, "Get dressed," I chucked the clothes playfully over the man's groin.

"Gahhh, fine!" he grabbed the pants and groaned as he rose from the bed, deliberately wavering in his step to brush our bodies together.

My core tightened with the small touch. How easily intoxicated he made me... A vision flashed across my mind of shoving him against the wall, arms pinned above his head as I stole a deep kiss, then softly sucked on his neck before throwing him back on the bed for round two. Shaking my head to dismiss the thought, I opted to put on a pair of slacks myself.

They were a bit awkward at first to get around me, due to beastly feet and these damned claws, but it seemed to amuse Devin, so I didn't get frustrated. I watched him slip on a band shirt while wondering if I should do the same. It appeared that his brain had the same idea. Pulling out a blank tee, he handed it over and shrugged.

"I can always tear a hole in the back," he suggested.

I stood gawking at the shirt for a few moments, thoughtfully thumbing them with my nails. Feeling their points scraping, however, I decided to not bother. I wasn't accustomed to walking around topless, mostly to do with an upbringing of constantly hiding wounds and scars, but after being used to doing so for the past...

"Devin?"

"Yeah?"

"How long has it been?"

Obviously, judging on his appearance and the apartment, I could tell it had not been an incredible length of time since we had been separated. Nonetheless, it dawned on me that I didn't know how long it had been. He seemed confused initially, sauntering closer to me with a worried expression to take my hands comfortingly.