Valentina
Okay, so it’s not my finest moment when I get caught mumbling to myself. I look at Michael’s beautiful face and resist the urge to fan my burning cheeks. The angel is definitely a work of art.
Even grumpy Gabriel is freaking hot with his tousled golden curls, dark eyes, and athletic frame.
Of course, Michael is hotter. There’s just this intensity about him that I can feel drawing me in. He looks like a GQ model with his stylishly cut russet hair, alluring emerald eyes, and chiseled jaw. It also doesn’t help that he changed his armor for snug dark jeans and a black sweater that molds to every curve of his sculpted chest.
I bite my lip as I consider everything that has occurred tonight. Holy cow, Angels exist!
My thoughts turn to Everly’s persistence that the supernatural
