"Do you mind if I tell you something?" I asked.
"No, go ahead,"
"I think I'm starting to fall for you,"
"What? No. You must stop at once," he demanded.
I sat up and looked at him while clutching the covers over my breasts. He wouldn't look at me.
"But Crowley, what about all of this?"
"Lust darling, its lust. The feelings are fake. Don't give into them. You're only gonna get hurt,"
"What about you? You're not what I expected you to be. You're not a monster. You're very kind deep down. I see right through it,"
"Demons cannot love darling, I'm sorry,"
"But the way you touch me. The way you look at me. The way you speak to me, how is that not love?!"
He finally looked at me. I could see it in his eyes. I knew he loved me.
"Darling," he said softly, "I've never felt love in all my years, how could I feel it now?"
"Maybe I'm different," I said as I hopped on top of him.
He caressed my body and sighed.
"You might be right about that one. I've never met anyone like you," he said before he pulled me down for a kiss.
It was soft and passionate, something you normally wouldn't ever expect from the king of hell.
"You make me happy, and I enjoy every second of your presence. Is this love?" he asked softly staring deep into my eyes.
"yes, this is love" I said as I placed his hand over my heart.
He grabbed the back of my head again and pressed me against his lips. Kissing him was like being in heaven, if that could ever be thought possible. It was a blissful paradise and I wanted more.
