He leaned over to kiss my cheek, his lips were warm against my icy skin.
Guilt washed over me at the innocence of it.
How could I be doing this to him?
I glanced sideways at him.
Freckles lay where they always had, splattered carelessly across his impossibly smooth face.
His blue eyes glittered in the afternoon sun, the ocean hiding within them.
He was perfect.
But that was exactly it...
He was an angel.
I was a devil.
And there was no way I could drag a thing of heaven with me through hellfire.