Blake's POV
"Wait... but... what happens when I'll get old and die?" I thoughtfully stared up at him, hugging the immaculate white sheets against my bare chest, waiting for his answer.
Those plump, inviting lips formed a light smile, his deep blue oceans intently watching me as he calmly answered.
"You can't. Not anymore." Right before I felt his hand slowly grab my wrist, his slender finger lightly tapping against the mark, making me quickly realize exactly what he meant.
"But... what if another angry archangel shows up and actually manages to kill me?" I then asked, still not convinced.