“Well, ye—mmph!” She wraps her arms around his neck, eyes closing, drowning in the sense of him. Okay, she’d get more information out of him later. In the meantime, she ignored the fact that he was an archangel and just enjoyed his warmth.
Deepening the kiss, long-ignored desires stir within the angel. Something about Summer and her seeming permanence brought out the heart he pretended not to have.
She needs to breathe. She’s trying desperately to hold on to the memory of his words at their last meeting,. She doesn’t want to use him; he’s unique and glorious, yes, but not to be treated as something to collect. She pulls back, breaking the kiss, still feeling the imprint of his mouth on hers. “Gabriel.”
His wings fold back, and he looks into Summer’s eyes. “Yes, that’s my name, don’t wear it out.” he smiles sadly, his heart not in that terrible joke at all.
“What’s wrong?” She’s still pressed up against him, arms about his neck, and searches his eyes. One hand threads up into his hair.