It has been a week since the battle between the angels and demons happened, and since after he saw me alive and well, Slate has been overprotective of me. It's annoying, really, but at the same time, it makes me happy to know that he's scared to lose me again. Every night, he'd tell me how scared he was when he thought I was gone, that he would no longer see me. And before we sleep, he would tell me how much he loves me. Just thinking about those moments is enough to make my heart swell with happiness.

"Hey," he whispers as his arms wrap tight around me. I lean back, feeling his warmth. "This view is so much better to gaze at while I'm with you." Slate plants a kiss on my temple, leans down, and nuzzles his nose in the crook of my neck, as what he always does these past few days. I suppress a smile, biting my lower lip, shutting my eyes.

God, I love hearing his voice. I love how he always says those things to me. Sweet, beautiful words.

Slate has renovated the apartment we're living in, and it has become so much better. Now I can finally call it home. We're at the rooftop, overseeing the bright lights of the buildings, cars, and streetlamps. It's already night, and the moon is shining brightly over us. The sky is clear, giving us a clear view of the twinkling stars, and they are a lot. I wish I could grasp one in my hand. I know it's impossible, but if I ask Slate to get me one, this idiot would really do it in a heartbeat.

There's a basket of fruits and sandwiches right beside us, and Slate gets a tuna sandwich and offers it to me. I nod at him and try to take it in his hand but he raises his arm up, raising a brow at me. I roll my eyes playfully, push myself upwards, and give him a peck on the lips. Slate crunches his nose up in a cute manner and I laugh, shaking my head, before he gives me the sandwich willingly. I take a bite and sigh contentedly. I know that he's been living in the human world for God knows how long, but it still surprises me how he can do these things easily.

After we eat, Slate stands up and grabs a machine I'm not familiar of. I raise my brows in confusion as he grabs a large disc and put it on the machine. The machine has a gold metal trumpet attached on the small wooden box. From what I can see, this machine is already old, but Slate seems to know how to use this stuff as he adjusts something on the machine.

"It's a phonograph," he says as he looks at me, smiling. "I use this stuff often because I really don't like technology that much nowadays, but this device is kinda like the MP3 player of the 18th century. I like this better." I nod my head in understanding, my mouth forming an o as I inspect the machine.

"So this disc..."

"They are called phonograph record," he continues, readjusting something on the phonograph, his eyes squinting. "It's commonly known as vinyl. I buy them." He grins, wiggling his brows. He seems proud.

"Good job." I tease. "Such a good demon you are."

Slate's face lights up as he configures something on the phonograph. He runs after me, takes my hand, and has me stand up. He walks back towards the machine again and grabs the little metal that has a pin attached below, placing it towards the center of the disc. He then waits before a small, continuous hums can be heard and slowly, a melody begins to play. Slate laces his fingers with mine and his arm wraps around my waist, pulling me closer and we start to sway back and forth.

"This is actually my most favorite song," he says as his eyes hold mine, then he begins to sing. "Only you... can make this world seem bright. Only you..." then he stops singing, letting the phonograph does its thing. "Is it a bad thing that I'm in love with you so bad?"

Only you and you alone can thrill me like you do, and fill my heart with love for only you.

I shake my head, resting my forehead against his chest, where his heart lies and I can practically hear the erratic beat of his heart. I wish he can't hear mine, because it's beating like a drum. He pushes me away gently only to make room to twirl me around, and my back rests against his chest. Slate leads me as we sway back and forth, the sweet song filling my heart.

"You know, if you're human, girls rarely find this adorable," he says randomly, smiling to himself. "I once dated a mortal girl, and if you haven't noticed, I like living in the past. I prefer old things and traditions. So she didn't really appreciate it."

Instead of getting annoyed about his past romance, I just laugh and say. "How could no one appreciate guys like you? This? It's more than perfect."

He twirls me again and his palm rests on the small of my back. "Really?"

I nod. "So what happened between you and that girl?"

"Eh, I let her go." He hums, shrugging his shoulder. "Oh, I remember, she broke up with me."

"Did you love her?"

"At some point, I thought I did," he replies honestly. "But then I remembered I was a demon, and I believed demons didn't fall in love. They never like that. Up to this point, I still don't know if I really loved her. But I'm guessing I didn't really love her."

"Why is that?" I push, looking at him through my lashes.

He becomes silent for a couple of seconds before giving me a small smile. "Because if I did, I would have done the same things I did just recently for her to become mine. I would have gone through the troubles, sacrificed almost everything, just for her to be happy with me."

Only you can make this change in me. For it's true, you are my destiny.

"I'm happy with you."

"I'm at my happiest when I'm with you."

We both laugh, shaking our heads. Slate runs his hand through my hair, which is getting longer, and his hand rests on my cheek. He leans down and slowly, his lips touch mine.

When you hold my hand, I understand the magic that you do. You're my dream come true, my one and only you.

Slate deepens the kiss as the song comes to an end, his arm looping around my waist as he pushes me into him, closing the gap between us. He nibbles on my lower lip, earning a moan from me and my fingers immediately go through his hair, feeling the softness of it against my palms. Breathless, we both pull away and he grins at me.

"I think I may have found my new favorite song," I whisper, earning a chuckle from him.

"So is Only You our theme song now?"

"I think it is. Is that the name of the song?"

He nods. "It's sung by The Platters. Went to their concern twice, didn't regret it."

Lacing my hand with his, we stare at it for a moment before he pulls me and gives me a bone-crushing hug. I laugh, shaking my head and punching him lightly on the chest.

After our mini dance and hot make-out session, we take a seat on the ground and enjoy our time together. The world has become different. Now that we're a different hybrid, we're assuming that both demons and angels are coming after us. Of course, clearly, we are a threat. Although I know my mom is giving the angels a hard time, as well as my father, who as per my mother, has fully recovered. He hasn't taken any action yet about the situation we are in today. I'm guessing it's because he feels guilty about what he did to me. I wish he would never take action, though. As much as possible, I don't like to have another conflict with my father. Because let's admit it, if he comes after me or Slate, I'm going to put a fight. I'll make sure he would never lay a finger on me and Slate.

"Are you tired? Do you want to sleep?" he asks me.

I shake my head.

"Or do you want to... you know."

My eyes catch his and his eyes hold a glint in it. I narrow my eyes at him before it clicks. My eyes widen. "Pervert." I say under my breath, hiding my face in embarrassment. It's been so long since we did that, and I want to do it again with him. But... how could I just tell him yeah, let's do it? It's hard.

"It's okay. I can wait."

Pursing my lips, I stare at my hands and feel the hard pound of my heart. I shut my eyes, letting in the images of him getting it on with me the first time in my head. My breath hitches, and I open my eyes and see him looking at me.

"You know what? Let's do it." I say, standing up. "I want you, and I'm not going to deny it."

Slate grins and helps himself up. He then bends his knees and carries me bridal style, earning a yelp from me. I lightly slap his cheek and he playfully and gently bites my lower lip. "I've been waiting." And he carries me back to his room, or should I say to our room?

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