Page 15 of Lucifer's Redemption

“Yes, yes, I noticed you first. You kept looking at the gigantic cake. Once I saw what you were looking at, I went for it,” she squealed excitedly.

She acted like a child that had never seen a four-tiered cake before.

“You like sweets, yeah?” Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out one of his suckers.

It wasn’t just any sucker—it was one of his ‘special’ suckers. When you stuck it in your mouth, it tasted horrible and glued your mouth shut. Once, Father and Mother went away for several days, and the nanny at the time was dumb enough to put one in her mouth. I wasn’t around at the time, and no one else knew how to break the spell, except for Loki, who wasn’t telling a soul.

As Loki pulled out the bight-pink, wrapped sucker, Uriel’s eyes grew wide. She bit her lip, clasping her hands together. “For me?”

Loki nodded. “I only carry the best; it tastes fantastic!”

Uriel started to reach for the sucker but rubbed her chest instead. “What did you say?” Uriel asked.

“Said it tastes fantastic.”

Uriel rubbed her chest again before sitting down on the cement bench. “N-no, thank you. That was very sweet of you, but I think I’ll have to wait for another time.”

Loki’s mischievous eyes softened, and he sat on the bench with her. “What’s wrong? You keep rubbing your chest. Does it hurt?”

Why the hell does he care? He’s never cared about anyone before.

“Yeah, it did.” Her nose scrunched, her pouting lips almost touching the tip of her nose. “It was weird. But thank you, Loki! You are the second-nicest person I’ve ever met! Few people want to come to talk to me, but you did, which makes me delighted. I don’t get out much. This was my very first party, and I’m sure my social skills are lacking.”

Loki shook his head. “Nah, I’m not nice.” He shoved the sucker back in his pants pocket.

Uriel shook her head, placing her hand on his. Loki’s eyes brightened, a touch of pink sparkling on his cheeks.

“You are nice, Loki. I can tell you are a good person, too. You came all the way out here just to talk to me.” He leaned his head back. “You didn't have to, but you did.”

“Fuck,” he whispered.

“Loki!” she scolded. “That’s a bad word. You shouldn’t say that!” she insisted, covering her ears while Loki smiled.

“Alright, I won’t say it again…ifyou promise to give me something.”

Uriel leaned forward. “I don’t have anything.” She patted her pockets.

“But you do,” Loki smirked mischievously. “Give me a kiss on the cheek, and I won’t say that word again.”

My fists tightened, heat filling my veins.The piece of shit was trying to rile me up.

Uriel abruptly sat back with her back straight, the wind playing in her hair. “I-I can’t do that,” she muttered.

“Why not?” Loki questioned, sounding offended. “It’s just a kiss on the cheek!”

“I have to give it to someone I love,” she whispered.

Loki stared at her, dumbfounded. “You mean to tell me that you won’t give me a kiss, on the cheek, because you want to give it to someone you love?”

Uriel fiddled with the hem of her dress, her pale cheeks brightening to a deep shade of red.

“Have you ever kissed anyone before, then?”

Uriel rocked her head. “Mom says you only do that to people you love.”

Loki scoffed. “On the cheek? You can only kiss the people you love on the cheek? What about the lips?”

Uriel gasped, holding both hands to her mouth. “Noooo, you definitely can’t do that! Only people wanting the stork to come can kiss on the lips!”

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