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I laugh as Chris tickles my side. I don't even know how this started, but I think we're both so incredibly happy that we don't even know what we're doing. We're still in bed, I don't think either one of us wants to really get out of it, like there's a spell on the bed, and suddenly everything will disappear if we aren't right next to each other. I lay on my side to face him and he mirrors my position. He reaches out and brushes some of my hair out of my face. I think I feel my heart fluttering as his fingertips just barely brush my skin.

"You feel nice," he tells me, his voice as soft as his touch. His lips quirk up into a little smirk and I laugh airily.

"Well, you've never felt much of anything, I should find a kitten or something, and then you'll know what soft really is."

"A kitten?" he laughs. "No, I don't think it can compare to your skin. That was pretty crazy…I mean, I've never felt anything like that before, I never knew something like that even existed."

"Well, you've had it pretty crummy being an ethereal being and all that," I joke with him, reaching out and grabbing his hand, lacing our fingers together. I pull our joined hands towards me and cradle them against my chest.

"It's just that…I mean, I felt God's love and all of that, that's what consumed me," he tells me, "but what we just did, I mean, yeah, I kind of get it now why Adam would give up everything and eat that apple…by the way, that's just a metaphor story, it didn't actually happen that way, just so you know."

"I kind of figured," I tell him. There're so many things I want to talk about, but there's one thing I really want to know, so I decide that now is as good a time as any to ask. "What did you…I mean to say, when did it all come together for you, it's just, how did you go from being an angel to being…in love with me, like, I just, I know you said you fell in love with me when I was born, but when did this develop? How did it, how are you able to?"

"I don't have the answers you're looking for, Stephanie," he answers, "I just know what I know, like I always have. Except now it's different, now it feels different. I'm not sure…I'm not sure I was always supposed to just stay your angel. I mean, yeah, I talk to other angels, and it just always seemed something was off about it, but I kind of just went with the flow because I trusted in what God put me here for. I trusted in his wisdom and love, so I kept doing what I thought was right. Then suddenly, you were there, and I don't know, you finally acknowledged that I was something."

"I never knew, I mean, I knew, but part of me thought I was crazy, that you were some crazy figment of my imagination."

"I know, I know you tried to block me out, and I get it, nobody wants to talk to the creepy thing that just stands there and stares at you all day," Chris laughs again. "When we talked, it was different, and then when you were with Paul, I tried not to be, but there was this sick feeling that rose in me, jealousy I think you called it, and yes, I think that's what it was."

I smile because he seems so confused as to what jealousy may mean. There's so much he doesn't know about our world, so much that he has to experience, but I want to be there for all of it. "Do you want to be with me? Like really be with me?"

"Stephanie, I became, um, human for you," he chuckles, "if that doesn't say we're meant to be, I'm not really sure what is. I mean, I've only had eyes for you for the past—"

"Chris, you were my guardian angel, of course you only had eyes for me, but this world is a lot different, you can go out now. You can actually do stuff that doesn't involve staying within fifteen feet of me at all times. You're going to need friends, and clothes, and a job, though that shouldn't be too difficult since I can get you one, but you have to build a life."

"Then I want to build it with you," he says with conviction. "I didn't come this far, I didn't go through all this just to find some inconsequential female that isn't you. Let them fall in love with their own guardian angel."

I giggle and bring his hand up to my lips, kissing his knuckles. Everything about him is so soft and welcoming. His body is perfection, like nothing I've ever experienced before, and God didn't skimp on anything when it came to Chris. In fact, he was rather generous, which, if Chris is right and this was his destiny all along, I must have done something good somewhere along the line. Being with Chris was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. Oh, I've liked sex, believe me, I've liked it, but this was so far above and beyond.

Maybe all angels are just born with this God-given talent (pun intended), but Chris is still angelic in a lot of ways, even if he's in human form. "There were so many nights I just wanted to reach out and touch you, just to see if you weren't real, just to see if my hand still passed through you."

"Me too," he confesses. "Sometimes I would just watch you when you were looking, and I would reach out as if to touch you, only to remind myself that I couldn't, that there was no way I could."

"And now we can and we have," I want all of this to be real. I want it to be real tomorrow, and the day after, and the year after, and I want to know everything and anything about Chris, and I want to introduce him to everything he may have missed.

"Okay," he grins immediately and I'm about to answer when we both hear his stomach grumbling. I stare down at his stomach and he's looking down too like he's grown another appendage. "What the hell?" he mutters.

"Chris, you're hungry," I pat his stomach with my free hand. "That just means you're hungry, remember, you always tease me when my stomach growls and I haven't eaten, then you tell me I need to eat and you practically coerce me into it."

"I know, but that was weird," he tells me, looking up in wonder. "It felt weird, and yes, food might be nice, but what do I even want to eat? I've never eaten before, what would I like?"

"Well, I'll get you a cheeseburger and fries, and an ice cream sundae because we're celebrating tonight," she told him, "I could go for some spaghetti and meatballs. I'll order room service."

I make a move to get out of bed, but before I can, I hear Chris growl and he's tugging me back, "You're not allowed to get out of this bed without giving me a proper kiss," he tells me, attacking my neck with kisses and little nibbles of my skin. I try to push him away, but he's having none of that and I'm laughing and falling against the pillows.

"I thought you were hungry," I tease him, moving my mouth away whenever he tries to lean down and kiss me. He frowns and starts kissing my neck.

"I know, I just wanted to kiss you a little more, sue me, I can't get enough of it. Now I know why you snuck out of your house to go make out with that guy, Dayton, in high school."

"Oh, you jerk!" I exclaim in mock indignation, pushing his body away as I slide out from under him. I stick my tongue out at him as I get off the bed, not bothering to hide my nudity. He's seen me naked more times than I can count, so being naked in front of him is nothing uncomfortable. He leans against the headboard as I go grab the room service menu. I skim through it, seeing if there's anything else I might get, then I order the food.

It comes up pretty quickly, and I slip on a robe to go get the food and tip the waiter. I push the cart into the bedroom and Chris is quickly crawling towards the end of the bed towards the food. He's slipped on some boxers while I was out of the room and I lament the loss of the view. "Oh my God, that smells so good."

"What does?"

"Everything," he says with excitement, grabbing one of the cloches and pulling it up, seeing his cheeseburger underneath it. "My mouth feels like it's watering right now. Should I be this hungry?"

"Seeing as how you haven't eaten anything ever, yes, I'm guessing you should be," I joke, kneeling next to him. I don't know why, but I really want to see him take his first bite of food. It's exciting, seeing him get to experience all these firsts. "Go on, take a bite, tell me what you think, unless angels are supposed to be vegetarians since they love all of God's creatures."

"Well, I don't think I'm going to meet my early demise because of a little cheeseburger," he says, picking up the burger awkwardly. He knows how to eat since he's seen me do it enough times, but I can still sense his apprehension. He leans forward and takes a bite. "Oh wow…oh wow," he mumbles and I laugh at his reaction.

"Good?"

"Why didn't I put in the request to be a human before?"

"It's not all food and sex, Chris," I rub his back as I take off the other cloche and reveal my spaghetti and meatballs. He eyes it critically. I nod, "go ahead, try it."

After that, he's lost to the food. He scarfs down everything on his plate like he's dying, then eats half of my meal before indulging in the ice cream sundae, which I think nearly gives him an orgasm. I love it all though, my love for him growing every second. I barely finish my food because I need him again. I need him close to me, I need to fell him against my skin. I start kissing his neck to bring him away from his new food obsession.

"Does everything taste this good?" Chris asks.

"No, there's gross stuff out there, but that's why you eat different things, so you know what you like and what you don't," I say, but I don't want to talk about food anymore. I kiss his mouth, tasting the sweet, sugary ice cream flavor still in his mouth. It's intoxicating and pretty soon I'm pushing him down on the bed, discarding him of his boxers because I just can't wait another second.

This time, I dictate the pace, fully seating myself on him as I throw my head back at how full I feel of him. His hands gravitate towards my hips, his fingers skimming over my skin. I bring my face back down and close to his, pressing my breasts against his chest as I kiss his neck, then his chin, working my way up towards his mouth, lavishing him with kisses. He grasps my face in his hands as he arches up into me, making me groan against his mouth.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers as he tears his mouth away from mine. "You're so beautiful."

This only makes me go faster, which makes him thrust harder up into me, and I completely get lost in the sensations of him, the entire world could be burning around us, and I don't think we would notice. I'm not sure what's going to happen from now on, what is really going on, but Chris is mine now, and I'm not going to give him up. I know what love is now. Chris was right, nothing compares to what true love is, and I have it, and nobody can take it away from me.

Afterwards, we're tangled together again on the bed, and I hold his waist tightly, pressing my entire body against his. I just want to feel him, just feel his skin against me, all of me, remind myself that this is really happening and not some vivid dream that will leave me unsatisfied and lonely in the morning. I need to know that he's here. He runs his fingers through my hair, his rhythm slowing down.

"I'm tired," he says, "at least I'm pretty sure that's what it is."

His voice is indeed sleepy and I smile lazily, feeling my own exhaustion creep up on me. "You are, I can tell in your voice. Get some rest."

"Can we do this again tomorrow?"

"You think I'm going to stop you?" I joke and he laughs as I feel his chest rise and fall. He's breathing, actually breathing, and it's the most wonderful sound in the entire universe. He quiets down after that, and I just listen to his heartbeat. It's so strong in his chest. And then I close my eyes and feel my body going up and down with his breath. It's this that lulls me to sleep.

When I wake up the next morning, he's gone.