Chapter 229: Angel’s Lucifer
Evana woke up slowly to the soft snores of the man sleeping beside her. Turning around, she raised her head and stared at him with sleepy eyes. A soft sigh escaped her as she stared at him. Her fingers itched to caress his face and tug at his soft hair. He looked cute even when he snored. Gently, she traced his cheek and murmured," It’s a good thing you’re adorable when you are snoring. Otherwise, snoring is a total turn-off..."
Rolling onto her back, she sighed in melancholy. She would not be able to put off returning to Estania any longer. She played with the thoughts of asking him to prolong their relationship... But they did not even have a relationship...
She looked down at their intact clothing and shook her head. They’d not even ’slept’ together! In the very beginning, he’d warned her that he was in this only for the physical relationship. But they hadn’t even done that. If she had not felt his desire against her and the way he would look at her, she would have doubted that he was interested in her.
But he kept on holding back. And that gave her butterflies. Did he feel the same pull towards her that she felt for him. Was that why he was restraining himself because he did not want their time to become some meaningless entanglement? She told herself that she was overthinking things but her heart kept fluttering at odd times.
Rolling back onto her stomach again, she placed her chin on his chest and stared at his face, " I can’t believe you actually put me to sleep with a story about accounting! Do you really have such a boring job? Balance sheets and all that?"
Last night, when she’d finally gathered the courage to ask him about his personal life, ready to back off if he refused but then he had answered her after a pause. However, that answer had been so unexpected that he might as well have told her that he did not want to tell her. She’d expected him to tell her something like he was a racer or something dangerous and adventurous. When he told her that he was an ’accountant’ she’d been sure that he was pulling a fast one on her.
A boring job for a person like him! Her Lucifer looked as if he would not even be able to sit behind the table, let alone sit with boring numbers all day long. All that energy he had contained inside him. But then, he’d started talking numbers and made her fall asleep.
As she reminisced, a giggle escaped her. She was thinking of him as hers already...So foolish of her.
As her small laughter died down, she realized that everything seemed to be especially silent. Her eyes slid to his and she grinned up at him," Good morning, sleepyhead."