I knew I messed up when the words left my lips. I could have controlled my emotions better. Zuriel stills in me and raises his head from my neck. 

" Never repeat those words to me again," he whispers. It is like a bridge that has been made between us, just crumples. He gets out of me and sits on the edge of the bed. I sit upright, my gaze on his bare back. He runs a hand through his locks. 

I often open my mouth to speak but don't produce words. 

" I - I- it just came out. I'm sorry," I whisper, my voice shaking. He turns his...