Boots moving down the patio steps drew my attention to the house. Bellamy walked toward us with Phoenix in his arms. A snarly-looking Phoenix. He always insisted he wasn’t some damsel that needed to be rescued. Being carried like one didn’t amuse him at all. “I can walk, you know,” the demon muttered. “Not a chance,” Bellamy told him. “You’ll stay right where you are.” “Stubborn asshole.” “I love you too, sweet cheeks.”
This pleases me 😂😂
