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Chapter Eighteen - "Say So"

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“You are the light up ahead at the end of the road.

When I look in your eyes, girl, it feels like I'm home.

I need this night, yes it's late, but the morning will come.

As you fall fast asleep with your head on my chest,

I watch you breathe in and out as you're finding your rest.”

Chapter Eighteen - “Say So”

BALT

               The feeling of Immi's fingers weaving themselves through my wings was... glorious.  The only way to describe it was saying that I felt like I was in Hell.  I'd never felt so much pleasure... and it all came from one angel!

               Her room wasn't any better than downstairs.  A mattress, a small candle and some cardboard boxes, which were probably empty.  The windows were jammed shut and there were a few bars at the bottom.  I could see why Bernadette wasn't exactly worried about her escaping.

               “Wow...”  That was the hundredth time she'd exclaimed her surprise.  I had no idea how long she'd been stroking and delicately feeling my wings but I did know that I'd had to sit down.  Nothing had been knocked over when I expanded them (not that there was anything to knock over!).

               “Surprised?”  I asked.  Startled by my voice, she jumped.  I grimaced when she pulled her fingers out my wings, she'd accidentally pulled some of them.

               “Sorry...”  She murmured.  “And... yeah.  Yeah, I am.”  I could see she was thinking, so I let the silence fall.  I soon felt her fingers caress my wings again.  I let myself smile freely.  This was nice, just me and her.  I didn't feel like I had to hide anything.  I didn't really mind hiding my wings either, it was just annoying having to sub words and avoid certain topics.

               There were a few minutes of complete silence before she spoke.

               “What's it feel like?”  She asked.  She sounded different... almost like she was happy.  I wondered why. She didn't have her wings, so why would she be happy?  Her fingers stopped and there was a cold feeling where they'd previously been.

               “What's what feel like?  And move over, I wanna lie down.”  I told her, waiting for her to move.  The only problem with these damn things is that they were huge and the room?  It was tiny.  I lay down on my front and pushed my wings so that they were upright.  Hopefully Immi would sit down in a position where I could lie them against her, forcing her to stroke them.  However, it seemed she had a different idea.

               I felt her warm body press against the top of my jeans.  I slowly laid my wings out, to try and get them comfortable.  After, I felt her fingers dip back in between the dark feathers.

               “Having wings.”  She explained.  I could tell she was more confident around me.

               “It's great.  You get to fly and get to scare the shit out of people.”  I shrugged.  They were pretty great, although I'd had them for so long the novelty had worn off.

               “Scaring the... shit out of people?”  She repeated.  Somehow, the thought of her swearing and cursing turned me on.  I knew angels never cursed... or they very rarely did.  I was sure there was some law in Heaven about swearing.  I scoffed at that thought – it was pathetic.  It's not like a little swearing hurt anyone.