Lucifer served us the breakfast after I walked out of the bathroom. I was sitting in front of him, on the mattress as he filled our plates and I couldn't help but play with the hem of my sweatshirt. I wasn't like the girls in the fictions that didn't feel the shyness seeping their veins after they did things. I was feeling shy, really shy and my heart would start racing every time we would share a mere eye contact. My fingers fiddled around my engagement and wedding rings. Lucifer must have used his magic to reheat the food because when I rose the spoon to my mouth and chewed on my breakfast, it felt warm in my mouth and no wonder— delicious.
"Fidelia," His soft voice forced me to gaze up in his eyes and for a moment I was taken aback at how close he was sitting to me.
His face merely
