Dancing With the Devil (The Devil #2)
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It was then that Harleen remembered she was married to him. It was a silly thing to forget since she had seen his wedding ring, seen her own, but the thought hadn’t registered. She had only been focused on him. What they had done last night – they had consummated their relationship. They were truly and officially husband and wife. And something inside Harleen was content with that.
But did this mean that she loved him? It was clear she couldn’t assume one way or another for Andrew, and she didn’t want to ruin this elated feeling by overanalyzing it, but she had to wonder. Her body craved his and only his, and when she was in his arms, she felt her whole body relax, as though everything in her world was content. She was definitely attracted to him. She loved his dark hazel eyes especially when they were on her. She loved his crooked smile. She loved his body, loved his long fingers, loved his curly hair, loved his jaw line, loved his voice. She loved the way he allowed her to sit in Court and even respected her decisions. She loved the way he couldn’t resist her on the dance floor, loved waking up in his arms though she would never admit it. And she loved that he had thrown pebbles against her window and whisked her away in the night.
She loved him.
It was as simple as that.
A smile touched her lips at the realization. Harleen wasn’t worried or upset or even thinking about it much. There was no need to, not when something was. And her love for him was just something she didn’t understand. Hell, she didn’t even need him to love her in return.
It was still dark outside, or at least, that was what the windows reflected. It had to be early in the morning though. Maybe two or three o’clock in the morning. Andrew’s arm was thrown around her waist, pulling her back close against his chest. The side of his face rested against her shoulder, and she could feel his steady breathing against her back, could feel his warm breath encompass her. It calmed her, and made her feel even more complete than she had felt prior to knowing him.
Harleen had never been the type of girl who needed a man to be satisfied with life. Rosco was fun to be with, but God, he was nothing like Andrew and he could never achieve that. She knew somewhere inside of her, Rosco would find someone else. Somehow, she had always known that she and Rosco would never have worked out. They were too different, and while Harleen had loved him a little, she hadn’t loved him wholly. Maybe that was because she had never meant to. Fate had something different in store for her.
It was at that moment that she wondered how God saw her. Was she some sort of demonic concubine that deserved to spend the rest of eternity in Hell, or did He always know that she would end up with His most imperfect angel? She liked to think that maybe God still cared for Andrew in some way – Andrew was, after all, His creation too – and so He had sent her to the fallen angel.
Then again, maybe she was just being too thoughtful on such a silly matter.
At that moment, Andrew shifted in his sleep, turning around and taking the big blanket with him. Harleen smothered her amused chuckles as best as she could. She wasn’t going to fall back asleep any time soon, and it had been a while for her seeing the stars.
She stood up and stretched, noticing the way the moon had seeped into the room, washing her body with its milky rays. Goosebumps prickled at her skin, and as a result, she turned and grabbed a silky sheet that had all but slipped off the bed after their moments of passion from the previous night. She coiled the blanket tightly around her body so that she was both warm and decent, and proceeded to walk out onto the balcony in order to look outside.
The view of Court was beautiful. Their room was high enough to see the roves of the various houses just outside the castle, all blanketed in complete darkness. The meadow was to her right, the fountain that marked the center of the Courtyard was to her left, and she could make out two guards whispering to themselves while trying to keep warm. Another misconception of Hell was that it was boiling hot, but in reality, it mirrored earth; it was cool at night and in the morning, progressively warmed up in the day.
Without any sort of warning, something caressed Harleen’s neck and she jumped. She glanced sharply back, and Andrew chuckled soft, a pair of pants on the lower half of his body the only thing keeping him decent. He had kissed her neck, she realized, and she smiled at him, a light blush caressing his face. Just because she liked the act of making love didn’t mean she had completely grown out of her blushing habit. A part of her doubted that she ever would.
“What are you doing up, Harley?” he asked her in a tired voice, his fingers reaching up to toy with her hair. He needed to touch her in some way.
Harleen knew Andrew would never not call her Harleey unless he chose to do so, so reminding him would do no good. Instead, she sighed through her nose and tilted her head back upwards, casting her eyes to the sky. “I was hoping to see the stars,” she told him.
Instead of looking at the sky along with his wife, Andrew stared at Harleen, memorizing the contours of her face, counting her freckles, her eye lashes.
“There aren’t stars here,” he said in a regretful voice. He wanted to give her anything she could imagine, and most of the time, he could. But he couldn’t give her stars. However… “But if you want to see them one more time, I can arrange it.”
The smile Harleen shot at him just showed that, though she didn’t know it, and though he would never agree if it was spoken out loud, she had him wrapped around her finger.
Other Works by Heather C. Myers
Somerset Series
Marking Territory
Tempting the Flesh
The Devil Series
Flirting with the Devil, Part 1
Dancing with the Devil, Part 2
Falling for the Devil, Part 3
Four Sides of a Triangle
Sassiness & Sarcasm: A Love Story
Blood on the Rocks
Heroes & Thieves
Corsets & Crossbones
Save the Date!
The Dark Paradise Trilogy
Awaken: Book 1
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Catalyst
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Stranger Series
Stranger: Book 1
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