#Chapter14
Lucien suspected that Angel wasn't as clueless as he made out, and simply liked to get the names wrong to tease him. His Daddy didn't smile very often, but when Angel would get a name so very wrong, enough so for Lucien to whine and correct him, a ghost of a grin would trace the edge of the man's lips. It was quickly becoming one of Lucien's favourite games.
/"Do you want me to try, puppy?/" Angel asked softly. He looked half Heaven, half Hell as he lounged on the sofa. His thick motorcycle boots swallowed his calves, stopping just below his knees, and his jeans were black and popping with chains. The black shirt he wore was short-sleeved, the faintest trace of a tattoo poking out of the right one. But his eyes? Dark, so dark they seemed to steal the light of the room, they were all Heaven, sparkling like the peak of a firework display when they settled on him.
