“But you weren’t worried about that possibility now?”
“I think you have more important things on your plate than me knowing where you live when I shouldn’t,” I retorted seriously.
Elisabeth let out a deep sigh.“Well, you’re not wrong there.”
After a few seconds, I asked, “Baby, what are we doing here?”
While I’d been expecting her to reprimand me for calling her baby again, she didn’t.Instead, she said, “Give me one good reason why I should forgive you for treating me so casually, Lazarus.”
“I didn’t treat you casually,” I immediately denied.“I just questioned your choice in psychiatric discipline.”
Elisabeth gave me a regretful smile.“And that’s the difference between you and me, Russ.”
“Don’t do that,” I ordered.“Do not start calling me Russ again.”
Instead of arguing with me, she said, “Treating my patients isn’t just something that I do.While I do get paid for it, it’s more than just my job.My chosen profession sums up everything that matters to me in life, and that means being more than just a passing bystander in life.I want to make a difference, Lazarus.When I finally have to stand before God, and he asks me what I did with my life, I want to be able to tell him that I listened; that I listened and searched for something bigger than myself.”
“You say that, yet you can’t understand why Ramiel would claim that you’re one of God’s chosen ones?”I questioned.“What you just said isexactlywhy God would choose you, Lissa.”
“But if we’re finally listening to Ramiel, then whatever I am, you’re a part of that,” she pointed out.“So, you asked me what we’re doing...well, you tell me, Lazarus.”
I was on her with her back pressed up against the door before either of us could blink.I had Elisabeth’s face in my hands, my lips on hers, and I kissed her hard, not sure if I had the ability to control my need for her anymore.Whether fifty years from now, or next week as we faced the end of time, we were in this together, and we were in this together for life.
When her hands wrapped around my forearms to pull me closer, it felt like every nerve in my body was firing dangerously, but I didn’t care.Whatever this was, I welcomed it, and I was never going to go back to not having Elisabeth with me ever again.
Chapter 17
Elisabeth~
I felt his kiss deep in my bones again, proving that earlier hadn’t been a fluke, and a part of me was glad that it wasn’t.As I began to believe Ramiel more and more, I found myself wanting Lazarus to be at my side for whatever was to come, and that was worth more than the grudge that I’d been holding.
As Lazarus deepened the kiss, I let go of his arms to grab at the waistband of his slacks, the both of us still dressed professionally for work.When I pulled him closer to me, Lazarus let out a low moan in the back of his throat, and I felt it in my own.In fact, I felt him everywhere, but unlike before, I was finding it hard to breathe with what he was making me feel.Whatever was coursing through me, it was more than lust, deeper than love, and scary as hell.
Breaking off the kiss, Lazarus dropped his forehead on mine.“I feel like I can’t get enough of you, Lissa,” he panted.“I feel like...I feel like I’m suffocating on you.”
I gave him a jerky nod of understanding.“I feel it, too.”
