“Come on, angel.” John’s foot taps against the floor beneath him as he impatiently wait for your appearance.

Was it religiously appropriate to call you an angel? You had the characteristics of one but they were battled with your devilish nature. How one moment, you’re pure as new silk sheets then feeding John with egregious, unethical thoughts.

You were like a flip of a coin. He never knew what he was bound to get with you.