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in my hands and groaned.   “Ugh, I’m such an idiot.”
    Don’t be embarrassed, Grace.   It was insightful.   It tells me that you’re thinking about us in ways that go beyond just dating.
    My head snapped back up.   “What are we, Robert?   What are we besides just dating?   Soul mates don’t just sit and search each other’s minds all day, you know.”
    Don’t you think I’m aware of this, Grace?   I look at you and I see all the things I want for us.   But there are limitations to what we have, what we are.   You’re human.   You cannot begin to understand the complexities that are involved when humans and angels are together.
    I felt my eyes lower into slits as I looked at him.   “While you know it all.”   It sounded spiteful.   It sounded jealous.   It was how I felt.
    I know enough, Grace, but don’t make assumptions based on what little of my past has been revealed to you.   You’re the only person I have ever felt a physical and mental connection with.   You’re the only person I have ever felt .
    I wanted to believe him.   I wanted to trust that what he was saying was the truth, but knowing that he could bend the truth just a little bit-
    I will never lie to you again, Grace.   I won’t do that to us, not again.
    My eyes rose to meet his, and I felt the scars where my heart had mended itself after the only lie Robert had ever told me had destroyed it start to burn.   He had lied to me when he couldn’t, and was now promising never to lie again now that he could.   I shook my head at the absurdity of it all.  
    “Okay, you won’t lie to me again.   So tell me now, what are the complexities involved between human and angels who love each other?   Why is it that we’re here together, and you want to treat me like my name is Hannah and you’re Grandpa Bob?
    He started to laugh, which grated at what little self-control I was holding onto.   I wouldn’t kiss Hannah, Grace.   Period.   I would never look at Hannah the way I look at you, either.   You make me question every experience I have ever felt through anyone else, because with you, it feels like I captured a star in the palm of my hand that’s ready to explode, and the intensity of it has filled up every single part of me so much so, I feel as though I might burst before it does.
    When I touch you, I feel it to the very bones beneath my skin.   He brushed my temple with an extended finger, the faint contact enough to feel the charge that flowed between us, confirming what he had just described.
    I reached for his hand, and brought his palm to my mouth to kiss the longest line that ran down to the crease in his wrist.   “I don’t know how we’re going to get through this if we both feel the same way about each other but one of us isn’t willing to be close,” I mumbled against his palm.
    His arms encircled me once again, and I settled into them, feeling too tired to argue anymore.   We were together, and we both knew that we affected the other profoundly.   He hadn’t answered my question, but if I had doubted how he felt when it came to me, it was long gone.   I would get my answer.   I could wait for it, if I needed to.
    I closed my eyes and started to drift off to sleep, content to know that even unconscious, Robert was still with me, occupying my dreams.   I fell asleep within minutes, but the sleep of the content never prepares you to be rudely awakened by a hand that was far less gentle when it was urgent than when it wasn’t.
    “Mmm…what?” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes and my mouth, the slight moisture that had collected in the corner cause for some embarrassment.
    Graham came in here.   He wanted to talk to you about my sister, but when he saw us, he left.   I don’t think he will say anything to your father, but his head is full of questions that he shouldn’t be thinking about you.   Robert’s body was tense, his hold on me firm and protective.   I tried to digest what he had just