The archangel grins wolfishly, reveling in how little has changed as he dives down for a quick nip at her neck — leaving a tiny heart shaped hickey. “Yes, monsters, dead ones, no longer important — now, there’s just me and you…and the lovely people I share you with.” He punctuated it with a peck on her cheek, smiling crookedly.
As usual, she couldn’t stop herself laughing at him. “They’re not here,” she pointed out, and slid away from him to put the gas nozzle back. “It’s just me, driving back to New York.” She patted the little car. “I’m impressed with your aim, darlin’, hitting the very gas station I happened to be at.”