Ever since I let Lucille inside my house and into my life, funny things have started to happen. The problem is, I’m not laughing. I would have never thought that I would lust for such creatures, but then again there’s something about her that screams sex goddess. She’s just too real not to be a normal woman. After all angels don’t have sex, or do they?
During the night, I went back and forth between my room and the living room just to check on the strange girl. I must've been too nervous because she sensed it and made no effort to hide it.
"I'm fine, Dylan, go to sleep now."
"But you’re still too weak and I--" I stopped, frozen in realization that she had called my name. "How do you know my name?"
"I'll explain everything when the time comes."
Great! She’s not just a naked, wingless angel lying on my bed, she also knew my name. I wondered how much of all of this nonsense I could take.
Erotic thoughts came back to my head and before I could fully enjoy them, her big smile caught my attention. Was she reading every thought in my head? Even the ones I had earlier?
"I- I-sleep now."
I closed the bedroom door and tried to breathe as calmly as I could. My thoughts then were all mush inside my head. Nothing made sense.