Page 72 of Reaper Unhinged
Fee
Uri could have jumped us both into Rising Pack territory, but as if in unspoken agreement, we took the bus. It was strange sitting together on the uncomfortable seats watching the city go by.
“I’m sorry about what happened with Grayson.”
“It’s not your fault, and it’s fine. I understand why he was upset. We’ve spoken since and cleared the air.”
Huh? Grayson had spent all night with me, when could they have spoken? Oh, shit, Grayson had gotten us a snack in between our lovemaking sessions. He must have spoken to Uriel then.
I wanted to ask what was said, but it felt like an intrusion.
He tucked in his chin. “I want to be honest with you, Fee. I feel more for you than I should, which is probably evident now, but I need you to hear me say it.”
The bus rumbled, and I was glad that there weren’t any passengers sitting close by so he could speak freely.
“If you want more,” he continued, “then I’m happy to give it, but if you don’t, then I’ll step back, and I’ll be a friend and nothing more.”
“You could do that? Shut off your feelings like that?”
The corner of his mouth lifted. “We’re created to love humans but never fall in love. Some of us are guardians, others are forbidden to intervene in human affairs, but all of us have a fascination for humanity. You’re not entirely human, and yet I’m drawn to you in a way I’ve never been drawn to another being. I want you in ways I’ve never wanted anyone else. Not just your body but your soul. But I have enough control to lock those feelings away if that’s what you want.”
What I want? I wanted him, and thank God my guys were okay with that. I couldn’t love them more for allowing my heart this freedom.
“I don’t want you to lock your feelings away.”
He turned his head to look at me properly. “You don’t?”
“No.” I slipped my hand onto his thigh. “I want you to feel. Everything.” My voice was an intimate whisper.
His mouth parted on a sigh. “Everything?” His gaze dropped to my mouth.
“Yes, everything.”
We were still a few blocks away from our destination, but Uri rang the bell to be let off anyway.
“What are you doing?”
“Let’s take the scenic route,” he said.
He held out his hand, and I took it, allowing him to tug me out of my seat. The bus came to an abrupt halt, throwing me into him. His arm went around my waist, and he held me to him, solid and immovable for a brief moment before the doors swished open and we could exit.
The world was still white with snow, but it was beginning to melt now, slushy in places. We walked side by side, breath puffing up in the air in front of us.
A man on a bike whizzed past, and Uri grabbed my hand to pull me out of the way. He didn’t let go. Shit, we were walking down the street holding hands, and my face was on fire like a fucking teenager.
I wanted him to keep holding my hand. I slid a glance his way, and he looked down at me.
“I wanted to do this the last time we went for a walk,” he said.
I recalled how the back of his hand had brushed against mine several times.
“I didn’t want to cross a line,” he continued. “Celestials aren’t permitted to have relationships. But now…Now I’m free to do as I wish.”
“Will you stay with me, Uri?”
He gave my hand a gentle squeeze. “There’s no place I’d rather be.”
* * *
