Looseleaf
XXVI. Angel
"Mm, Mello," Matt cooed against blond hair.
Mello slowly blinked his eyes open, looking up at his lover. "Yeah?"
"Angels," Matt said, smiling. Mello looked like one of them, with the way the sunlight from their window made his hair look like a golden halo, and those bright blue eyes were heaven to fall in to. He looked innocent. "Angels," Matt repeated softly. "Are they even real?"
Mello hit him, but not hard enough to hurt. He shook his head. "Go look in a mirror, and you'd find one."