Page 22 of Angel Captive

“How?” she choked out; her eyes red from tears.

“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “But we’ll figure something else out.”

She pressed her palms to her eyes. “Hell, I can’t stop thinking about what might happen. Please help me think of something else. Anything else.”

“What’s your favorite color?” I asked the first thing that popped into my head. I knew how she tasted and how my body felt deep inside her, but there was so much more I didn’t know. And I wanted to know everything; from what made her laugh to orgasm to sigh in contentment. What made her happy and what interests did she have besides computers?

“Wha—” she pulled her hands away from her face, “my favorite color…black…though I’m now partial to dark purple too.” She brushed a hand down my arm, sending desire spiking through me.

My smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. My horns were black, but my wings and eyes were amethyst.

“How about you?” She tilted her head to the side.

“Green,” I said with my gaze meeting hers, “with tiny gold flecks.” Just like her eyes. “Though pink is growing on me.”

Her blush answered my words, bringing out the tiny dots along her nose.

“Your turn, ask me anything.” I sat back, loving the ease growing between us and twined my fingers with hers. I found that I didn’t want to stop touching her.

“Okay,” she pursed her lips in thought. “Favorite food?”

“Arcane berries.”

She frowned. “Never heard of those.”

“They are tart on the outside, but sweet on the inside,” I answered her. “And your favorite?”

“I’m addicted to chips. Any flavor, any kind, and I’ll fight you for them.”

“Never had these… chips.”

“They are fried potatoes or corn chips. One of the many things humans are famous for.”

“I will have to try some one day.”

“You’re on. We’ll do a whole taste test, but I will warn you, the spicy ones are addictive.”

She was addictive. "What were those things you were doing on the ground the other morning?"

She furrowed her brow and then her expression brightened. "You mean my calisthenics? I do a series of sit-ups, push-ups and squats to stay in shape."

"Can you show me?"

Riley nodded. "Sure. This is a sit-up." She laid on the floor and pulled her upper body to her knees and went back down to the floor. Then she rolled over to her stomach and stretched out pushing herself up on her hands and toes. "This is called a push-up." She did a couple and then moved to her feet, spread her legs about hip width and clasped her hands in front of her and moved her upper body down until her legs bent. "This is a squat. It tightens the muscles in my core and makes my body stronger."

“Like this?” I mimicked each of her moves.

“You catch on quick.” She smiled. “I had a gym teacher who swore by these moves. She could out push-up any guy.”

“So human males like these push-ups?”

“Sure. It works the chest and shoulders, triceps,” she patted the back of her arm. “And if you hold it in the air, your abs too.”

I couldn't keep my eyes off the swirls on her stomach. "What do the symbols on your skin mean?" I asked, glancing down her body.

“I felt drawn to the designs, they’re a mix of old human Celtic and Norse.” She shrugged. “Always felt like they brought me luck and reminded me of my mom.”

“Where is your mom?”

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