It was dark, undeniably dark. But it didn't faze me. I was content; my back pressed against Lucifer's chest as he rested his chin on my head. The warmness from his body travelled down me down to my bones. His scent soothed my heart, though my heart was racing in my chest, it was because he was near me. No matter how many years we live together, he will always make my heart beat a little more and faster than others.
His deep, soft voice whispering the content of the book, he bought for me. Every word from the book, from his mouth passed vibrations down my heart, making me feel alive. He could read a death statement and even that would make my heart to thud. I never knew him reading a piece to me would make it to special for me. I felt special.
"Why don't people's hearts tell them to con
