Dear lord, when I get to heaven,

"Inhumane," Warrick whispered, his mouth on your shoulder. Hands moving up and down on your sides, sensually. "This sinner doesn't deserve to be blessed by your divine beauty."

"Warrick," You breathed, my head pushed back to rest on his shoulder──extending my arms upwards to hold his nape. "Praise me more."

He chuckled, eyes flickered to look at the mirror in front the two of you. Your pristine white wings casted down.

Please let me bring my man.