Even one grain is still progress

It felt so good to have Naamah scrubbing his back in exchange for a breast massage in the shower that Zeph felt the need to thank the Good Lord for putting him in the strange sensation to enjoy it. 

If she wasn't so dangerous and needy she would make someone a good wife again. It wasn't entirely her fault that her life was so long that vows of forever and always could be considered literally that. 

Zeph prayed constantly that he and Siael would only grow more deeply in love with each passing day as not even death could separate them. Although he was starting to question if could even really die anymore, at least completely.

One look in the mirror was all he needed to see he was one floaty thing away from being an angel. He couldn't hide them from his own eyes even if he wanted to, and he was too busy enjoying Naamah giving them a nice little scrub to care about anything passed the meeting he was about to have time leave for.