This guy, I shook my head, he had known all along the effect he had on me. But why, why had he affected me and no one else; at least that I knew of.
“You think you are pretty slick don’t you motherfucker?” I spat at him. His eyes feigned mock hurt.
“I have no idea what you are talking about, little human” he was grinning. Grinning! Did angels even grin? I scowled unhappily, I was terrified being in the enemy’s nest, but I was also in a rage. And this damn angel was laughing about it, as much as I wanted an explanation as to WHY exactly I felt a pull towards him, I refused to give in. Folding my arms, I eyed him suspiciously.
“Oh, you don’t? Then what was with that self-satisfied smile?” My voice pitched to sound haughty. He c****d his head, studying me; then a mischievous grin slid acro
