When Lucifer asked me if I believed that he loved me I felt my face flush. The urgency in his expression begged me to answer quickly and I stammered.
“I- wait what? I mean I guess so, but what is all of this about?”
Love? With all that he is? It was sort of sudden.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts. Was this some kind of trick? I didn’t have time for tricks and Lucifer was well aware of that. Exams were coming up and I had to make sure I was ready.
“Look Lucifer, I’m sorry, can we talk about this after school? I really have to get to class and its already going to take me at least-”
He pulled me close suddenly and we appeared just down the hall from my next class. I groaned and leaned against him. Teleportation made me nauseous. I liked to believe that it was my soul trying to catch up to my jumping body. I felt him chuckle through his jacket and I winced.
“Warm me next time,” I complained.
“You’ll get used to it eventually,” he teased and kissed my hair.
I looked up at him and smiled rolling my eyes. “Now that I hardly believe,” I told him mocking grumpiness and rose on tiptoe to kiss his lips. “You’ll tell me what this is all about after class right? I know you hate my religious studies class so I doubt you’ll want to sit through it. We’re covering Judaism today.”
“Yeah, no. I’ll see you after class,” he remarked kissing me once more before ushering me toward the classroom and inside.
I walked inside and settled down at a chair knowing I wouldn’t really be focusing now. What was going on with that man?
The end of class could not have come sooner. I walked down the hall fishing out my cell phone to find out where to meet Lucifer only to find a message from him saying he’d meet me at home. I frowned.
What a jerk! He said he’d meet me after class!
I shook my head and groaned irritably. I didn’t bother bringing change for the bus either so I’d have to walk. I’d be good and grumpy by the time I got home.