“You’re making this harder than it has to be.” // “I should hate you.” // “I don’t know, but I probably had sex with him.” // “Stop being a judgy asshole.” // “You make it hard to breath.” // FOR OUR BABIES !!!!!
Oh my god thank you!
“You’re making this harder than it has to be.”
“I think you’re overreacting.” Christopher retorts, propping himself up on elbows from his laying position, the sheets sliding off his bare chest. “What’s so hard about loving me? I know what you’re thinking, it’d be easier to not love me, but our lives aren’t meant to be easy.”
“I should hate you.”
“And why don’t you, hmm?” The angel growls, eyes narrowed in a glare. “You were born to hate me and I you. What makes us so different? Why can’t we hate one another?”
“I don’t know, but I probably had sex with him.”
Christopher scoffed, rolling his eyes as he stares at the human who had approached the two of them, declaring his love for Lela. When he had asked who the mortal was, Lela had given him a very blunt response. “Get lost kid, she’s no longer available.”
“Stop being a judgy asshole.”
“Excuse me? Excuse me? I’m being the judgy asshole?” Christopher asks in an exasperated voice. “You constantly make fun of my clothing choices, wings, and hair. You aren’t allowed to call me a judgy ahole for pointing out one little thing I don’t like about that dress.”
“You make it hard to breath.”
Christopher was currently laying on top of Lela, showering her neck and collarbones with open mouthed kisses. He hadn’t even realized he had allowed all his weight to rest upon the demon, pausing in his ministrations to lean back and look down at her. “Is that a complaint or a compliment?”