"Be your best friend

Yeah I'll love you forever

Up in the clouds

We'll be higher than ever."

- Lady Gaga, So Happy I Could Die

, or he does that. Which I think is pretty sweet. It's like a requirement for us to get through with whatever we're doing.

When he woke up this morning, he was wearing an agitated and scared look on his face, then he looked at me with fears in his eyes that I couldn't comprehend in the first place. But after staring at me for a couple of minutes, he finally woke up and hugged me tight. To be honest, it really bugs me, for some reason, on what he dreamed. I want to know what he dreamed of.

The last time I checked his temperature, he was still hot but earlier this morning, when I checked it again, the hot temperature had dropped down. He slept really good last night, which must have been the reason why he's feeling well. Though the there's a voice screaming at the back of my head, saying that I was the reason why he slept good, because I was with him last night, lying down beside him.

Putting the back of my hand across his forehead, he still feels warm, but not the as hot as he was yesterday. I must have been a good caretaker, too, because I've been taking care of him since I got here yesterday after the stupid gathering of the demons in Hell.

"Okay, so, your temperature is still above normal," I state, giving him a glass of water. We're situated in the kitchen. He's watching me make a lunch – I could have ordered McDonald's or Wendy's or a Chinese food, but I figured that a soup will make Adrian feel better. "But you're getting fine now. In a couple of hours, I'm expecting that your temperature will lower than it is right now."

"That's a good news," but he seems disappointed. "I feel myself getting better."

Smirking, I take a seat beside him, wrap my arms around him, and give him a kiss on the cheek, which makes him blush. "Oh come on. Don't be disappointed. Once you get better, I'll still be taking care of you." Then I throw him a wink, kissing him on the edge of his lips. Hadraniel lets out a groan. I turn his face slightly to the side, then I plant a kiss on his lips, which makes him throw his arms around my neck and deepens the kiss. "Better than the medicines, eh?" I ask him once I pull away from the breathless kiss we just shared.

The kissing always takes our breath away. It's great, beyond amazing. I can't even tell how much happiness I feel when I kiss him. It's like I could finally die and rest in peace whenever my lips land on his.

"Yeah, I think it is," he mumbles as he fixes himself on the couch, finding a more comfortable position.

I watch him, taking in all the details of him. I want to remember him, want every part of him to be embedded in my head. It sounds cheesy and crazy, but I don't give a flying fuck. I'm into him, and I'm not ashamed to say it.

Suddenly, Dantalion's story rings in my ears, sparking a fear in my heart that I strongly wish would not happen. What happened with Dantalion was a tragic story – I can't think of myself being in the situation as him; much less Adrian being in a great danger because of me. I will do anything to prevent that from happening.

Demons are always complicated, but their loyalty always relies in our kind. As expected. But now, I'm beginning to question my loyalty and Dantalion's. I'm not really fond of the demons, despite of being one. So where does my loyalty belong? It couldn't be to Heaven because for one, I got kicked out and two, I don't like angels. With the exception of Adrian. Of course, he's my favorite angel. He is my angel. Perhaps my loyalty now belongs to Hadraniel.

"What would you like for dinner?" I ask him as I scoot right next to him, circling my arm around his neck and planting a kiss on his forehead. I like planting kisses all over his face. It makes it more special.

There's a blush forming on his cheeks, which is so cute on him. He seems to ponder for a moment, his lips pouting as he does so. "Fried chickens. And oh, we should eat at the rooftop."

Dinner at the rooftop doesn't seem like a bad idea. At least he gets to inhale the crisp air of the city. Plus, Brooklyn at night is just magnificent. Lights flicker like a glitter, and they are like stars. You can see the tall buildings, which add to the beauty of the place. And then... and then... I get to spend the night with someone you know you are comfortable with, while we're having a dinner, while watching the city of Brooklyn. It's going to be magnificent.

I nod, my lips quirking upwards as I imagine the moment. He seems to be getting fine now and I expect that he'll be in his best condition later.

"Okay then. I'll prepare it for us. Are you tired?" His eyes are drooping, and it's only a matter of time before he naps, yet he shakes his head and rubs his eyes. "Take a nap. We still have a lot of time before dinner comes."

Adrian nods. His hand runs across my forearm until he's holding my hand. I stare at it for a moment. His hand is warm, and it perfectly fits mine, like his hand was made for me to hold it, and vice versa. My heart becomes alive suddenly, feeling the joy right in this moment. I tighten my hold on his hand, not wanting to let go, wanting to feel the warmth. It's perfect.

After a few more minutes, Adrian is now sleeping, his chest heaving up and down calmly as he rests. I watch him, not getting tired of watching him. I will never get tired of watching him. It's like he's the rainbow to my hell storm of a life. If I have a life, though. With Adrian, I feel like I do have a life to live. With Adrian, I feel like I could be given another chance to enjoy the good things in this world. With Adrian, I feel like breaking all the rules just to impress him.

I need him. More than ever.

Of course I do. He's my angel.

I wake up to the sound of the oil cackling like they are some sort of a fireworks. When I'm fully awake, I smell the mouth-watering chickens being fried. My stomach immediately grumbles. As if hearing it, Slate turns my way and my mouth basically waters, jaw hanging.

Slate is only wearing a pants and a black apron to hide his body, which I want to rip off (I don't know why I'm having these thoughts – probably a normal thing for mortals, right?) of him so I can see and take in his Godly sculpted body.

He throws me a smirk and a wink, clearly enjoying that I am enjoying his Godly looks. I turn my head away, hoping that he'd just quit it. But no, he has to go in here, lean down, and kiss me right on the lips, which I don't have the power or courage to stop. His hand rests at the back of my neck while he ravishes my lips. My pants tighten, which gives me at least a power to push him away.

At first, he seems disappointed, like he wants to lash out at me for cutting the heavy kiss off, but then a small and seductive smile appears on his lips, which gives me an idea that he knows that I'm... aroused at the situation we are in.

"The fried chickens," I squirm, hoping that he'd stand up, walk right over to the kitchen, and fry the darn chickens. But no, he stays, uses his magic power to do something in the kitchen, and stares at me seductively, the tip of his tongue sliding across his bottom lip. My breath hitches. "They are going to be overcooked. Take care of it in a mortal way."

"Hmm," he murmurs, his lips now hovering against mine. His eyes become darker, and I'm seconds apart from ripping the apron off of him just so I can see and feel his hard muscle. "It's already cooked." His lips latch on my jaw, his tongue licking the skin, which has me moaning.

My mind goes black. I try my best to come up with something to end this, but every time his lips grazes my skin, which I think has become sensitive suddenly, I'm losing the capability to use my head. His lips have a way of doing that to me. No, he has a way of doing that to me. Without even using his power. So it's a bit unfair in my part. I mean, I'm vulnerable and weak around him. Yet I can't deny the fact that I'm loving it.

"I'm... hungry," I breathe out, mustering up a courage to push him away. It's really true that I'm hungry, and the more that friend chickens spend in that bowl, the soggier they will get. What a valid reason I have.

Slate pulls himself away from me and just gives me a smile. "Come on, then. Rooftop is already prepared. Put some blanket for us to sit and lie on, and a couple of pillows to use." With the way he's grinning, I'm pretty sure that's not all.

I head straight to the kitchen first so I can gargle because having a bad breath is just a turn off to everyone. Slate patiently waits for me, and then once I'm done, I follow him up to the rooftop.

Once we're there, like what he said, there's a blanket laid on the ground, with a couple of pillows on it. There are plates, forks, and other kitchen utensils. There's also a soup. He makes a good soup. Slate checks my temperature again by putting the back of his hand across my forehead, and he nods happily, indicating that I'm getting better. Well, he's better than a doctor. He must have been the reason why I recover so fast than I expected.

As usual, the glittering city lights of Brooklyn are awesome. They always have me in awe when I look at them. If my mom sees this, she's going to really love it. More than I do.

"Let's eat," Slate says as he takes a seat, pushing a plate near me. I take a seat beside him, watching him do all the work. After a couple of seconds of staring at him, once he has already prepared my meal and everything, he turns his head my way and asks me "What?"

I shake my head, a smile tugging into my lips. "Nothing," I reply, ignoring the fork and hold the drumstick part of the chicken and take a huge bite on it. "I guess I'm just thankful that... that you're the one who saw me in the woods. Even though I was really scared at that time after learning that you're a demon."

"Ah," he says slowly, his fingers underneath his chin as he thinks of the first time we met. In the woods, where he offered me to take a bath and prepared a food for me. "You were still cute, though. You were brave. Smart mouth, you got there."

"Yeah, it was pretty crazy." I chuckle, shaking my head at the memory. "I'm glad you didn't kill me."

"I'm glad that we met," he says, smiling widely.

As I stare at him, with the drumstick still in my hand, everything stops moving for a while. The wind brushes past us, making his hair fly in every direction, and he looks really cute and adorable and so handsome. He should be a sin. I bet I said that before, but it's freaking true.

Without warning him, as if my body has a mind of its own, I throw myself on him and kiss him on the lips. Hard and needy.

Immediately his arms curl around mine, supporting me. His lips dance with mine, and the only sound that I can hear is the beat of our hearts. He takes in charge of the kiss, being the dominant one, but I don't care – I love how he handles me. He takes a bite of my lower lip, making me part my lips, and he takes that as an opportunity to slip his tongue right into my mouth, tasting every corner and part of me.

I wish this would never end.

Hello everyone! I know that you have been waiting for an update - both for The Reality of Nightmare and The Human Mate. I deeply apologize for making you all wait. To be honest, I'm kind of in a mess right now. From work. And no, I'm not getting tired. It's just that, work is being stressful for me right now. I won't go further into details, but I want you to know that I'll be alright. Right now, I just need to think things through and have a peace of mind. I'm not going to abandon my stories, that I promise you. I just need you to hold on. Thank you for understanding. You know that I love you all, right?

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