"Everyday a heartache

I'm just tryin' to keep it sane

But I know you believe me

Baby don't you leave me."

- Lady Gaga feat. Florence, Hey Girl

is the pain at my bottom. Images of what happened last night between us immediately fill my head, and I blush. Who would have thought that I would be having sex with someone, much less to a demon? I have always thought and expected that I would always remain pure and untouched, but last night happened, and sadly, I can't revert it back.

In our world, virginity is a sacred thing, and that's what the humans acquired from us. But as the time went by, as every era passes by, virginity is not really a big of a deal to humans now. But for us, ever since we have been created and blessed, it has always been a sacred thing. Losing your virginity to someone means you're bound to be with him or her forever. We are free to choose whom we want to spend our lives with, and that will be all that matters. To have and to hold, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, you're bound to each other for eternity, and nothing could ever break it.

Now that last night happened, I wonder if I'm bound to be with Slate forever. I wonder if I could now have and hold him, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish. The thing is, does he want the same thing? Because I do want to be with him.

I know for a fact that he's a demon, and demons do crazy things; they are manipulative, cunning, and dangerous. They tell lies; they do sins; they spread sins; they influence mortals to make sins, to do what's wrong, and I understand those because it's natural for them to do so, but it's just I have a lot of expectation towards him.

If he's going to keep continue doing his old ways, then it might not be good for me to stay, or to be with him at all. His beliefs are different from mine, and while we like each other, I guess it isn't enough to change either one of us.

The statements hurts, even I know for a fact that we still have a long way to go, but knowing that that might happen soon, it hurts. One of these days, everything could change. Everything that I'm experiencing right now, everything that what's happening right now, what I feel for him, what he feels for me, I'm afraid that it will all fade away so soon. I'm afraid that one day, he might meet someone better than me, better than what I could ever be, better at everything. And then he's going to dump me, and I'm going to have my heart broken. It's just so sad to think about it, especially since we have shared a very special moment. Could I change for him? Could he change for me?

Soon, I feel a hand massaging my thigh, which makes me blush, knowing the hand belongs to the special someone that has taken my virginity last night. His eyes are squinted, but they are open enough to let me see his beautiful and mesmerizing eyes. He smiles at me, causing my heart to stop beating for a while.

"Good morning," he croaks as his hand travels up to my sides, his thumb running circles on my stomach. He has a bed hair, and it's really good on him. It makes him sexier and hotter than ever. Plus, the way his voice sounds, it's just luring me to him. "How was your sleep?"

"Better than ever," I say truthfully. There's no point in lying because last night, I've had the best sleep of my life. It's better than the last sleeps I've had when I was living in Heaven, in my room. Plus, I don't really tell lies. "Best sleep that I've ever had in my whole life. Cannot be compared." It sounds cheesy to say, but it's the truth. I can't exactly describe or explain why it's the best sleep, but knowing that after what happened last night, what occurred between us, what we have shared with each other, that he slept beside me, it's enough explanation, I guess.

Slate remains silent for a moment, then breaks into a smile as his hands trail up until it reaches my hair. He combs my hair gently, then slides it toward my face, cupping it. "I had, too. I wish that it'd be like that every night." He tells me, pulling himself up, his other hand supporting himself as he lifts himself up until his face is just inches away from mine. He gradually leans forward, his lips now just centimeters away from mine.

I keep wishing, keep repeating it inside my head, for him to just kiss me. But seconds seem longer than usual; it feels like hours, and minutes feel like days. He just stares at me, staring right into my eyes, and I see emotions there, but above all, I see love. I don't know why I'm able to determine it, but I see that it's love that has been swimming around his orbs. And then he kisses me – not a hard and needy kiss, but a slow, passionate one. And it's the best kiss yet.

After a few seconds of kissing, he pulls away and draws circle on my cheek. "What would you like to do today?" He asks me, leaning forward, brushing the tip of his nose against mine. The action just proves how intimate we have become, and it's all right.

Trying to think of what we can do today, I stare at him and shake my head. "To be honest, I feel lying down here in bed with you all day." I climb on top of him, burying my face into the crook of his neck and drowning myself in his scent. He lets out a chuckle, which resonates around the room. "I'm feeling lazy today."

"Hmm, committing one of the deadly sins," he teases, clicking his tongue while shaking his head.

"Sloth," I say, mortified. "I'm not being lazy! I just said I feel like lying with you all day since we've got nothing to do today, I assume."

"I'm taking you out somewhere," he says. "Just the two of us. Ah, there will be no Dantalion, or anyone who would bug us. It's just a place for us. Now, do you still want to lie here in bed with me all day? I'm not going to complain about that anyway. If that's what you want, it's fine by me."

Just the two of us. No Dantalion, no others. Just me and him. That's perfect. Rolling over him, I stand up and grin at him. "No, no. Okay. Take me out!" I say rather happily, not being able to contain the excitement bubbling inside me. Slate laughs while shaking his head, hoisting himself up and walking over me, then he plants a soft kiss on my forehead. The pain in my bottom has long been forgotten because of how excited I am for the day.

"For now, let's just take a bath." He bends his knees and scoops me up in his arms, making me blush. He has been doing intimate and romantic things to me yet I still can't get used to it. I still blush when he makes or do things for me.

As he walks to the bathroom, he showers my face with kisses and I can't get enough of it. He puts me in a bathtub and I shiver when I feel the cold surface against my bare skin. He turns on the faucet, set it to warm, and then the water flows. At first, it's cold, but then it turns warm as it pours down. Slate grabs something inside the cabinet. He opens the lid, takes a smell, and pours out the content in the water. It smells really good, like lavender. It begins to form foam, and in a few seconds, the water becomes foamy. It actually tickles, but when Slate joins me, it has become more comfortable.

The lavender smells tickle my nose, and I suddenly want to stay in the water for hours. But that would mean cancelling the plans of Slate, and I so badly want to share a moment with him alone, where no one can bug or interrupt us.

Slate is slumped in the other end of the bath tub, my feet just resting above his thigh. His hands are behind his head, giving me the majestic view of his hard biceps, lean body, and thick neck. I suddenly have the urge to crawl all over him and suck on his neck, but I don't have the courage to do so. He may have taken my virginity already, but that doesn't mean it boosted my confidence to do bold things. He throws me a smirk, knowing that he has a strong effect on me and I roll my eyes at him, pouting like a child. There's still a pain in my bum, but as I stay longer in the water, the faster it fades.

The bathing takes a complete 20 minutes before we get up and brush our teeth. The more I stay here in Earth, with Slate, the more human I feel like I've become. I have noticed that I barely talk to my parents anymore, or say a prayer and ask for guidance because I know, somehow, that I depend on Slate now. I know he's there to protect me, to always guide me, and he will do me no harm. There's no will to go back into the Heavens anymore, and I don't mean abandoning them. It's just that, I want to stay here with Slate because in the Heavens, he can't enter and we can't be together and I'm not sure if I can take that. Being away from here makes me aggravated and lonely and sad.

Once we're done bathing, he quickly slips into his casual dress – a plain white fitted V-neck shirt, ripped jeans, and a black combat boots. I'm almost too shy to go near him because it would seem like I'm just his little brother when, in fact, there's something much more going on between us. I know, or I've noticed, how the mind of the mortals works. They tend to judge early. I mean, it's already given that they judge quickly, but what matters is that what they would do next after thinking that way. Most of the mortals stick to their judgement, not taking a look at a different angle.

As if sensing my distress, Slate walks up to me and chooses clothes for me. I eye it for a moment, and then nod at him. He gives me a plain black t-shirt, one of the clothes that he has bought for me, and I assume it's expensive. He hands me a cream-colored pants, and a pair of black slippers. After wearing it, he eyes me, his eyes scanning me from head to toe and I feel myself blushing.

"Cute, that you are," he whispers as he wraps his arms around me, planting a kiss on my temple and I lean into him, hugging him back. "My angel."

Looking up at him, I muster up a courage, tiptoe, and kiss him right on the lips. He never pushes me back, but instead, his hand rests on my back and the other on my neck, kissing me back with passion just as much as what I'm giving.

Breathless, I pull away and purse my lips. The kisses we share always leave me breathless, and it's perfect. Sometimes I keep on wishing that he would never stop kissing me, but that would mean dying because I need to take some air. Still, he always makes me crave for his lips and touches, and I don't know if it's a good thing or not. But anyways, we have this day to enjoy.

"Ready to go?" he asks me, resting his forehead against mine.

I look into his hand, and slip my hand into his, holding it. He gives my hand a squeeze, and I look into his eyes and say, "I'm more than ready." Because it's true, I'm more than ready. More than ready about everything. More than ready to be with him. More than ready to fall in love with him. At least that's my idea of where I'm headed at.

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