Johnny Angel by Saranna DeWylde Read Free Book Online

lovely. I really thought you’d say no. Even after millennia, humans still surprise me in the most wonderful ways. Your capacity for giving of yourselves is just as magnificent as your capacity for horror.”
                  That was all jolly well and good, but it didn’t change the fact he was going to Hell.
                  The world swirled again and they were standing in front of the house Sofia would have shared with Greg.
                  They hadn’t transported to the past yet.
                  Which meant Sofia never had to know she’d lived as Carla.
                  “I think we’re done for today,” he said, tight-lipped.
                  “I don’t understand. I thought you were going to make me pay up?” She smiled.
                  Looking down at her sweet expression twisted up his guts. “Let’s just say I have it on good authority that you learned your lesson.”
                  “Oh really? I think you just want to get to the good stuff.”
                  Why the hell not? He was already going to fry. He could take this memory with him. He shrugged. “I told you I was a bit of a bastard.”
                  “Take me home, Johnny Angel.”
                 

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Seven
    A Less Than Silent Night
     
                  His lips burned the same as they had before, but there was something more intense about his caress. Urgent.
                  There was something about him, almost as if she’d known him in another life.
                  She had to have known him before. There was no other explanation for the powerful feelings that surged every time he was in the same room with her. Sofia didn’t believe in love at first sight.
                  And she wasn’t saying she loved him, it was so much more than any word could express. Even a four-letter one.
                  It was like he was part of her, intrinsically. Marrow deep, soul deep and eternal.
                  She hoped he felt the same way, but even if he did, she supposed it didn’t matter. This was all they had. He wasn’t really here. He was a ghost.
                  Whose touch felt more real and alive than anything she’d ever experienced.
                  She couldn’t believe in a Heaven who would give this to her with one hand and take it away with the other. Christmas was a time for miracles.
                  Though, perhaps she was being greedy. Just being here, with him, for whatever time they had, that was a miracle in itself.
                  Sofia wanted to remember every touch, every breath, every second.
                  His hands wandered her body, as if he too were committing every second to memory. Every inch of flesh.
                  The fire blazed to life and the Christmas lights twinkled while an instrumental version of White Christmas played in the background.
                  “It’s not Life Number One, but it’s all I can give you.”
                  “And it’s all I want.” In that moment, with him, Sofia knew exactly what she wanted out of life. It wasn’t the handsome man in the business suit; it wasn’t even the beautiful house with the dream kitchen. It was Johnny Gallo.
                  Her soul knew him and so did her heart. It would take her brain and experience awhile to catch up, but that would happen in time. In a series of vignettes and moments like what they’d just viewed.
                  But all they had was right now.
                  She pushed his leather jacket from his shoulders, ripped at his t-shirt.
                  “Slow down, babydoll. We’ve got all night.”
                  “Do we?” she whispered