Fallen Love

Chapter 7

                                                                               Claire's POV

Claire was hoping that Angela wouldn't come into the room. 

She wasn't fully dressed and her hair was a mess.

Thankfully, Claire didn't hear the door open. 

She heaved a deep breath as Angela walked away from the door.

What was Claire going to do?

She had to work at the shelter today, but her hair did not look saintly by any means. 

Claire continued to take deep breaths. 

She quickly got dressed and transported to the homeless shelter. 

Claire went through her day, worried that the humans were judging her.

Hours later, she felt eyes on her.

Claire looked up to see who was staring at her.

She was surprised to find out that it was the demon.

What was his name again? 

Oh yeah. 

Malachi.

He looked at her and Claire was brought back to last night.

She felt her cheeks turn pink with embarrassment. 

Is this really him? 

Or is the fantasy muse back?

Claire pinched herself just in case.

She cried out in pain.

Yep, Claire definitely was not dreaming.

Before she knew it, he was inside the shelter and coming towards her.

Claire was so nervous that her palms started to sweat.

Malachi came to the counter and smiled.

Her legs turned to mush.

He started to speak.

"You look different today, angel. But it is a good kind of different."

Malachi smirked.

Claire blushed.

Does he know that I am thinking about him? 

Of course he does.

Malachi seems like such a confident man. 

I wonder what sex with him would actually be like. 

Would it be just like with the muse or better?

Probably better.

She spoke now. 

"Thanks. I guess. I'm Claire, by the way."

Why do I sound so lame right now?

Why did I wait so long to tell him my name?

All of a sudden, Claire felt a gentle caress on her hand and then it went away.

Did Malachi just touch me?

I feel like my insides are in a puddle of longing.

Why did he stop?

She could hear his voice get deeper.