THE DEVIL'S DUE
Luca lifted a brow, and didn't see it coming when she touched his face with one finger.
“You look like God,” she whispered.
His brow knitted together, waiting for an explanation.
“But you're the devil. Somewhere in between then? Isn't Lucifer like a God?”
“Actually, he was an Angel,” he corrected.
“Ha,” she mused with squinted eyes in heavy concentration. “A God and the devil. That's the greatest metaphor, if I've ever heard one.”
Her fingers pinched and squeezed the juice from his beards that had not dried up yet, and she sucked it into her mouth to taste herself.
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