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152 pages, ebook
First published May 2, 2013

"It takes ten minutes and thirty seven seconds.
Just ten minutes and thirty seven second to turn my life upside down."
"What if he doesn't want to see me again?! Oh God!! Stop obsessing, or you'll die a withering wrinkled virgin!
All through lunch, high definition images of cobwebs flourishing between my legs keep flashing before my eyes..."
"Neil Mars." I look at him incredulously. "Neil... Mars?!"
"Uh-huh. Neil as in Armstrong and Mars as in Bruno." .... No wonder he tortures his Mom by calling her by her name."
"Angel. He called me angel! Huh. What is he? An alpha male wannabe? A classic western aficionado?
"You know as per mythology, Angels were actually men who were sent down by God as messengers? So when you say Angel, it's like you're calling me a dude." Neil looks at me for a few seconds and then throws his head back and bursts out laughing.
"I think... I need..."
"Me," he says firmly and grasps my chin in his hands. He pulls my face up, making me look into his eyes. "You need me, Angel."
"...you'll still always be Angel to me... you don't know what you've done... you've saved me."
"If you keep looking at me like that, we'll need a room."
"Then he does this thing. His fingers start moving on my face, tracing outlines. They trail along my eyebrows, the ridge of my nose, the apple of my cheeks and the line of my jaw. His touch is like feather but his eyes... they blaze and just like that, without saying a single word, he makes me believe."
"Maybe you guys should just find a room and get all these come-hump-me looks over with."
"He calls me an Angel. But it's he who has been my savior. When my world felt damned he brought me back, gave me hope, made me burn, made me feel so beautifully, insanely... alive."