Chapter 358: Liz's Information

Imagine the day I had. Imagine how tired and snarky and out of sorts I was feeling. Then, imagine walking down the stairs into my apartment to the smell of dinner cooking, the sound of soft music playing, and to the sight of a broad-shouldered angel prepping a salad with a beaming smile on that handsomest of faces waiting for me.

All was forgiven as I went right to Crew and wrapped my arms around his chest, feeling his engulf me, the scent of lasagna mingling with his own particular deliciousness, the heat of his body relaxing me utterly until the world went away and it was just me, him, this moment right now.

Heaven was being in Crew Turner's loving arms.