It took us longer to get dressed since Azazel had probably lost control over his own hands. His hands kept coming to me, leaving teasing touches, enticing pokes, and lingering tingles. It was frustrating, but the way he played with me made me feel good as well. I was happy, honestly. After so many years I was laughing wholeheartedly. I was not afraid of any attack or reputation or the status that I must follow. I was with Azazel and he was laughing just as harder as me and it was heaven. It was all I wanted.
The only thing that was not on the list was Lilith's disappearance.
Our clothes were dirty and stained badly. My green skirt was drenched in mud but thankfully it was dried and wearable. Azazel's condition was the same. His white clothes were muddy and spoiled.
Once we had worn the
