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“Actually…” I say as my tail goes limp on the ground. “I have another request, if you would hear it?”
Donovan’s brows shoot up as he stares down at me. “Unusual. But very well, I will hear you out.”
“Would you be willing to assign me somewhere else?” I ask.
19
BYRON
Days after Faith was taken away, I manage to find myself a therapist on the other side of the city. He’s not cheap, but with my office’s insurance policy, I can get the help I need. I’ve also apologized to the accounting department and sent them all restaurant gift cards. It’s not enough, I know, but it’s a start. I’m trying to make amends one day at a time. Hopefully Faith would approve.
My first therapy appointment is an hour, and I can’t help but feel… anxious? Nervous? As I step out of the shower and run my fingers through my damp hair, I grimace when I look in the mirror. The dark circles under my eyes make me look half dead, and my skin is paler than usual. I haven’t been sleeping.
Not since her.
Will it always be this way? The woman I love is beyond my reach and being tortured while I’m forced to go about my day-to-day life here on Earth. How is someone supposed to recover from something like that? What do I even say to my new therapist? “Hi, I’m Byron, and I fell in love with a dominant demon, but she was sent to the bowels of Hell to endure eternal torment. How are you?”
I shake my head as I grab the towel from the hook and wrap it around my waist. I’m about to check my phone that I left on the side of the sink when a knock sounds at my door.
“Be there in a minute!” I call out. My apartment is small enough that sound travels from room to room easily, so I hope whoever is knocking actually hears me. No one ever knocks on my front door. Not even the neighbors. My apartment isn’t ritzy even though I make enough money for something better, but it’s comfortable. I pad into my bedroom and pull on a pair of gray sweatpants quickly before making my way to the front door.
I draw in a deep breath and yank it open, only to find a young woman with black hair and the most impressive rack I’ve ever seen staring up at me. Those familiar violet eyes stare at me, round with anticipation.
She’s not any woman, she’s…Faith.
I drop to my knees, unable to comprehend what I’m seeing. Who I’m seeing. Faith smiles, then drops down onto her knees in front of me. She’s wearing a cute white sweater dress with a faux fur coat over her shoulders.
“I like your coat,” I blurt, finally breaking the silence between us.
Faith runs her fingernails through my hair and chuckles. “Thanks,” she rasps.
And finally, the shock wears off long enough for me to wrap my arms around her waist and pull her into my chest for a long, much-needed hug. “How?” I murmur into her ear.
She lifts her gaze to mine and kisses the tip of my nose. I’m smiling so much it’s starting to hurt, but I don’t care. I have her in my arms, and I still can’t believe I’m not dreaming right now. Oh, please don’t let this be a dream. Please don’t let me wake up in my bed. I’ll give anything to not wake up in my bed right now…
“A little birdy told me someone prayed that I should be saved,” she whispers.
My chest tightens.
“Aw, you used your safe word after all,” she says.
I chuckle into the crook of her neck and inhale her scent deeply. Vanilla and cinnamon, just as I remember. The same scent that has been haunting my dreams this week. “Yeah, I guess I did. And it worked?”
“Obviously,” she snarks, but it lacks the bite of her previous teasing. “Normally, I’d be pissed if anyone said they were praying for me, but… in this case, I’ll make an exception.”
I laugh through the haze of tears blurring my vision. “I didn’t expect it to work so fast, though. I was prepared to pray every second of every day for the rest of my life. Go to Mass every Sunday. Beg them to bring you back to me, if that’s what it took.”
She pulls back to cup my cheeks in her palms and kisses me deeply. Our mouths frantically move together, and the tip of my tongue slides past her lips. She moans, and my cock twitches in my sweats. When her hand glides over my erection, she pulls away, breaking the kiss.
“I appreciate it. And you,” she says, her laughter becoming serrated. She’s crying, too. “And what’s even better is I also convinced them to send the undeserving damned souls up to where they belong. I really screwed the pooch on some of those jobs. I’m so relieved they could reverse my mistakes.”
Shaking my head with a goofy grin plastered on my face, I brush my palm down the side of her face. Faith shakes her head, too, and snickers like she can’t believe she’s really here, either.
“I missed you,” she murmurs. “And this. I definitely missed this,” she says, patting the bulge in my pants. “But luckily we have all the time the world now.”
I raise a brow and ask, “Really? How?”
“That little birdy offered me a job in Heaven, but I asked if I could be sent to Earth instead. As a social worker,” she says with a slight shrug, like it’s all no big deal. “Really had to work him over on that one, but I did it. The only caveat is that I now have a mortal lifespan.”
My throat tightens again, and I reach for her face, staring deeply into her eyes. “Faith, you gave up your immortality for me?”
Faith rolls her eyes and scoffs. “Oh, please don’t get twisted, Byron Waits. I gave up my immortality to break through the glass ceiling.”
I bark out a laugh and crush her against my chest again. “Fair enough,” I mumble into her hair. “Fair enough.”
“But…” she mutters against my chest, “you certainly are a nice bonus.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, sweetheart,” I say, then kiss the top of her head. Faith squirms in my arms, nestling against my chest like she’s always belonged there.
The End
