“Are you wearing a jock?” I breathe reverently. Joey smirks, and yep. It’s official. I’ve left the mortal plane. It’s the only explanation for why I feel suddenly weightless, the only sound in my ears the whoosh of air and clouds around me. “At least you’re in my Heaven,” I mumble. “What?” Joey asks around a laugh, starting his reps. “Just that I’m fairly certain you’re a literal angel, and I’ve never been between a guy’s thighs before, but I’m a little jealous of that empty space between yours.”
