How could Mitchell do anything but pull Samandriel close, needing to kiss him, to say with his body what he couldn't in words just how much that promise meant to him. They'd been together for a little more than a month, and though he'd felt a strong bond with the angel, he still feared it was one-sided.
He face split into a smile, and he laughed, a short, self-conscious sound, his eyes wet with unshed tears as he stared down into the upturned face he loved so much with wonder. "Do you mean it?" He traced the blond's hairline with his thumb. "Are you even allowed to do that? Leave Heaven and remain on Earth?"