It has been a week since the battle between the angels and demons happened, and since after he saw me alive and well, Slate has been overprotective of me. It's annoying, really, but at the same time, it makes me happy to know that he's scared to lose me again. Every night, he'd tell me how scared he was when he thought I was gone, that he would no longer see me. And before we sleep, he would tell me how much he loves me. Just thinking about those moments is enough to make my heart swell with happiness.
"Hey," he whispers as his arms wrap tight around me. I lean back, feeling his warmth. "This view is so much better to gaze at while I'm with you." Slate plants a kiss on my temple, leans down, and nuzzles his nose in the crook of my neck, as what he always does these past few days. I suppre
