Chapter eighteen
My eyes snap open, but this time I’m not a heaving and sobbing mess. This time I’m just f*****g annoyed. Seriously, can Rafael stop dream crashing? Ridiculous.
“Baby, why are you awake?” Lucifer asks, stretching besides me. I scoot back and snuggle into his bare chest, warming my body and soul.
Ironic, huh?
“another Raphael dream?” he questions. I nod.
“I’m sorry, baby.”
“Yeah, so am I.” I mutter. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me even closer.
I check the time. It’s 2am.
“I love you, sweetheart” He whispers to me.
“I love you too.” I respond.
Oh, s**t. No- no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO! Why would I admit that out loud?!
I pull out of his grip and stand up, running to the closet. I’ve put some of my clothes here and I pull on sweats and a T-shirt. I atte
