And yet, at the exact time, being this close to him verified embarrassing as well. Diverting.
I began glimpsing things like the slender potencies in his arms and the means his messy brown hair rimmed his face. Even the gold glow of light hitting his facial hair and the contour of his lips held my scrutiny.
Turning away, I felt the root thirst for existence strength twinge in me, and I suppressed the urge to reach out and stroke his face. The outside shape-shifting had inflicted more destruction than I understood.
I still did not truly require a true refill of strength, but the succubus's tendency was to get emotional. I wanted to suppress it soon, but clearly not with Gabriel.
I stood up quickly, still holding the Bible, wishing to get away from him. He rose with me.
"Well," I started awkwardly when neither of us said anything for a few minutes, "I want to get to work here."
He shook, the interest in his face turning to uncertainty.
"I…"
