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“So you do eat, then?” I asked Daniel after his admission that his priorities were the same as a dog’s.
“Of course,” he responded, seeming shocked that I would ask such a question.
Feeling defensive, I reminded him, “Well, you don’t sleep.”
“True,” he admitted. “But I love to eat, almost as much as I love you.”
I sucked in a deep breath at his words. Did this glorious being just say that he loved me?!?
Looking sheepish, Daniel mumbled, “I probably jumped the g*n a little by revealing that so soon.”
It was soon. I had just met him, but he had known me for my entire life. The realization that he knew everything there was to know about me, and still loved me, was thrilling. The idea that this nearly-perfect deity could have true feelings for ordinary me was intoxicating.
“It’s okay
