Chapter 8

“You’re wearing too many clothes.”

“I…it took me forever to pick this outfit,” he blurted out, realizing a touch too late how ridiculous he sounded.

Samuel stared at him, an eyebrow cocked, and then he laughed, a hearty sound in the night, and even though he knew Samuel was laughing at him, Flynn found he quite liked the sound of it. There was light in that laughter. Samuel gave him a quick kiss. “Well, you did a good job. It makes you look all kinds of yummy. The dark bad boy,” he said, playing a hand through Flynn’s hair and then along the curve of a horn. “I’ve missed you. It has been far too long…”

“Always too long,” agreed Flynn, letting his hands do some investigating of their own. He finally got his hands on Samuel’s ass. They kept their dalliances spread over the year for fear someone would catch onto their affair and put an end to it. What would the world think of an angel and a demon wrapped up in love? “But always worth the wait.”