Chapter 229

Chapter 229
"Speak for yourself, I might be concussed," he joked, and I laughed a little. Then it was quiet for a bit.

"I know you wouldn't leave me," I spoke again after a few moments. Our eyes locked again, "and I'd never say that lightly. But it just always seems to happen to me- the people I love leaving and whatnot. I guess it's just always been in the back of my mind haunting me.." when I said this, he turned on his side as well to be fully facing me.

"I thought I made it pretty clear by now, but I'm going to marry you one day. Unless when I eventually ask you say no, which would be awkward as fk," he started, and I chuckled, my heart swelling as he continued.

"And I'll work super hard to make sure every day is as bright as it can be. And when we get in fights, we'll just think about all the 'end of the day' moments where we know whole heartedly that it doesn't matter what pointless arguments we get into, because there's no one else for either of us and we love each other more than we hate the hardships. And then we can make little us's and give them a better lives than we had," he cracked another smile, and my heart grew even more at the thought of a little Asmodeus parading around the world.

"And then one day we'll die, but even that'll be fine because we can just get all hot-and-heavy in hell," he wiggled his eyebrows, and I reached up to stop them with a chuckle. "No relationship is perfect. And I'd say that with how fucked up we both are, us is the closest thing to perfect we could make," he finished, and I tried not to let my eyes get misty at his beautiful words.

"By that logic, I'd say we're pretty perfect," I smiled and scooted in a little closer to him. "I remember when you used to be a man of few words," I teased.

"Yeah, well, that was when I didn't like you," he said, making me chuckle again.

"The feeling was mutual," I smiled up at him, and he returned my loving gaze.

"I wouldn't be me without you." His voice was low as he spoke, and I kept the love-struck expression in my features. "And forget about me- do you think that Layla or Jake would ever let you leave them? They like you more than they like me," he joked, and I bit my lip to hold back another laugh.

"I think this moment right here is a 'day' moment," I told him, and now he got a little closer, moving his hand up to gently brush some of my hair back from my face. He looked so good in the dark lighting, regardless of all his scabbed cuts.

"I feel like I should say something cheesy in return but I'm all out of cheese for the night," he replied, and I chuckled before leaning in and pressing my lips to his.

We had kissed a ridiculous amount of times since our first, but they never once had lost their magic. His hand rested on my neck as our lips moved slowly, molding perfectly together.

Asmodeus shifted his weight to his arm and gently brought himself on top of me, continuing the sensual kiss. I brought my hands the back to his neck, staying somewhat careful of his still-healing cuts and bruises, but also not thinking about anything other than the comforting feeling of him on top of me.

It was comforting, that is, until his hand felt under my sweatshirt and gripped my bare waist. My body basically jolted and my eyes shot open, my heart dropping in my chest.

I pulled away from his lips instantly and gasped for air as the memory of Milo doing the same thing pierced through my mind. It was as if the memory was an axe that had just been slammed into my skull. I pushed on Asmodeus's chest repeatedly, feeling like I could only move my arms.

Panic shot through all my senses, drawing water to my eyes as they burned and heated up my face. It felt like something heavy was both sitting on me and lifting me up at the same time.

"No no no, no," my words came out strangled, and he was off of me in a heartbeat, looking over me worriedly. I wrapped my arms around myself and started to shake as a tear slipped from my eyes and I scrunched my eyebrows, the feeling of pressure building up in my mind unbearable.

"What's wrong? What happened?" He asked frantically, still keeping his voice down since everyone was sleeping. My breaths were still sharp and shallow, and I couldn't bring myself to speak. I saw his expression change through my tears a few seconds later, though, telling me that he understood.

"H-hug," I was finally able to push out, and he complied, wrapping his arms around me and bringing me into his chest. He held me tight as I gripped his shirt and cried into him. My shaking didn't get any better as the memories kept flashing in and out of my vision, making me feel like I was reliving everything again.

The only thing keeping me tethered to reality at all was his embrace, and he just kept holding me as I gripped him hard. My near-silent sobs still seemed loud in the quiet room, but they were almost completely muffled as I kept my face buried in him.

"I've got you, baby," he spoke softly to me, gently rubbing my back and keeping me close. I calmed down slightly while I focused on the feeling of his heartbeat under me, my shaking beginning to subside as the memories stopped flashing.

"I know," I shakily whispered back, feeling another tear slip out of my stinging eyes.