And then I felt the devil—no, Judas—bury his face in my neck as he squeezed me close. My back vibrated against him because he was laughing , too. A true laugh, of happiness, of contentment. My entire heart almost dissolved onto the sticky linoleum flooring under the florescent lights. How many people throughout eternity had heard the devil laugh? To be the source of that had my mind and heart spinning and beating like bat wings in the night. Was I… crushing on the devil?
