angel-romance

The angel__ lower body was covered by a pair of faded jeans that showcased the strong muscles in his thighs_along with a few other things she__ only dared dream about. His upper body was bare, showing off honeyed skin, washboard abs, and a killer set of pecs.

Her angel didn__ look at all like she__ expected. He was no benevolent creature with long, flowing robes and a bland, peaceful smile. Instead he was the stuff of every teenage girl____nd quite a few teenage boys___antasies.

It wasn__ every day a girl lost her virginity, not to mention to a delicious, perfect specimen of man. One who had wings, to boot.

Part of her wanted to comfort him, to tell him everything was going to be okay. But the rest of her just wanted to throw him to the ground and rip those jeans off him. Funny how she could be so jealous of a pair of pants. They covered the sinfully male body she longed to explore.