I can feel my cheeks flush at his words, but I can't deny the desire that pools in my stomach at the thought of tasting him. "What do you want me to do?" I ask breathlessly.

 Of course, I knew what to do when it came to blowjobs. I had watched enough tutorials in preparation of the day I met my soulmate.

Zeph pulls back and looks at me, his eyes dark with desire. "I want you to taste me, Chamuel," he says, his voice thick with arousal. "I want to feel your mouth on me."

I nod eagerly, my own desire growing at the thought of pleasuring him. I reach out and begin to undo his pants, my hands shaking with anticipation. Zeph lifts his hips, helping me to slide his pants and boxers down, revealing his hard length.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself as I take him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip. Zeph groans, his hands threading through my hair as I take him deeper, sucking and licking with increasing enthusiasm.

His moans grow louder as I continue to pleasure him, and I can feel him getting closer to the edge. With a sudden burst of boldness, I reach down and begin to stroke myself, my own pleasure building with each movement of my hand.

As I continue to work him with my mouth, Zeph's hips begin to thrust, his body trembling with the force of his impending release. And with a loud cry, he comes, his warm seed spilling into my mouth.

I continue to lick and suck him until he finally falls back, spent and breathless. Zeph pulls me up and kisses me deeply, his hands roaming over my body as we catch our breath. After a few moments, he pulls back and looks at me, his eyes still filled with desire.

"Come take a bath with me, angel," he says, his voice low and husky. "I want to feel your skin against mine."

Zeph takes my hand and pulls me up, leading me to a door that opens into a luxurious bathroom. The marble floors are heated, and the walls are lined with golden fixtures and intricate mosaics. The bathtub is a large jacuzzi, with bubbles already foaming at the surface.

As I step into the warm water, I can see that the bathroom has a stunning view of the city skyline. The lights of New York twinkle like stars in the night sky, and I feel a sense of awe at the beauty of it all.

Zeph steps in beside me, the water rising to his chest. He pulls me closer, his hands moving over my body as we kiss passionately

"Do you like it here?" he asks, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

I nod, unable to find the words to express how much I love everything about this moment.

Zeph leans in closer to me, his hand trailing down my arm. "I'm not going to be inside you just yet," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. "But how about we play a little game to get to know each other better?"

 

I look at him, intrigued by his proposal. "What kind of game?"

"A question game," he replies, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "We take turns asking each other questions, and we have to answer honestly."

I nod, feeling a thrill of anticipation run through me. "Okay, I'm game."

Zeph grins at me, his hand moving to my thigh. "Great. You can go first, angel. Ask me anything."

I clear my throat and try to think of a question. "Okay, here's one: Would you rather have a permanent unibrow or no eyebrows at all?"

Zeph laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "That's easy. I'd rather have no eyebrows at all. I can always draw them on with a Sharpie if I need to."

I chuckle at his response, feeling a sense of playfulness take over. "Alright, then how about this: Would you rather fight a horse-sized duck or a hundred duck-sized horses?"

Zeph's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but he quickly recovers, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I'd have to go with the horse-sized duck. I mean, how cool would it be to fight a giant duck? Plus, it would probably be slower and easier to take down than a hundred tiny horses." I laugh out loud at his silliness

I furrow my brow, trying to come up with a question that's both playful and probing. "Alright, Zeph, here's a tough one. If you had to choose between eating only tacos for the rest of your life or never eating them again, what would you do?"

Zeph's eyes widen in horror, his mouth slightly agape. "What kind of monster would force me to make such a decision?!" he exclaims dramatically.

I can't help but chuckle at his reaction. "Come on, Zeph, you have to choose. Tacos or no tacos?"

He pauses for a moment, deep in thought. "Well, I guess I could live without tacos if I had to. But it would be a sad, sad existence."

I raise an eyebrow, teasing him. "Are you sure? You seem like a man who loves his tacos."

Zeph grins, reaching over to tousle my hair. "Oh, I do. But I love you more, angel."

I roll my eyes playfully, but can't help the smile that tugs at the corners of my lips. "Smooth talker. So, how old are you, Zeph?"

Zeph winks at me, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Old enough to know better, young enough to do it anyway."

I can't help but burst out laughing at his cheesy response. "Okay, okay, but seriously. Give it up. How old are you?"

Zeph grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm 34. And you, my dear?"

I stick out my tongue at him, trying to hide my grin. "Oh, just a sprightly 32. Don't get too excited,"

 

Zeph chuckles, reaching over to ruffle my hair. "Don't worry, angel. I'll try to keep up with your youthful energy.

“Zeph, I have to ask, do you treat all women who come into your home like this? Making them feel so welcomed and comfortable?"

As I ask the question, I notice a change in Zeph's demeanor. His eyes soften, and his expression turns serious as he reaches out to take my hand. The neon pink aura around him seems to intensify, almost as if it's reacting to his emotions.

"No, angel," he says, his voice quiet but earnest. "I have to admit, there's something about you that I'm just drawn to. It's like...like we have some kind of connection, you know?" He hesitates for a moment, his thumb tracing small circles on the back of my hand. "But to answer your question, no, I don't treat all women like this. You're special."

I can feel my cheeks heat up at his words, but I can't resist teasing him a little. "Oh, so I'm just the lucky one, huh? Getting the royal treatment?"

He chuckles exposing the dimples, the neon pink aura around him glowing even brighter. His eyes sparkle with amusement as he leans in closer to me. "Well, you did capture my heart with your stunning wit and charm, didn't you? How could I resist spoiling you?" His voice is low and playful, and I can't help but laugh at his antics.

“Hmmm guys like you are usually in relationships,” I smirk. “ Are you in a relationship,” I try to keep my voice from shaking. Please say no. Please say no.

Zeph's expression becomes serious, and I can tell he's contemplating his response carefully. "No, I'm not currently in a relationship. But, I just got out of a serious one "

I feel a pang of empathy for him, realizing that he's going through a difficult time. Could this be the reason as to why he has two aura colors?  "I'm sorry to hear that. Do you want to talk about it?"

Zeph shakes his head, his eyes clouding over with emotion. "Not right now, angel.”

He looks at me with interest, his eyes shining with curiosity. "So, what do you do for work, Cham?"

“I’m a marriage therapist,” he gasps dramatically.

“A therapist huh, you must be psychoanalyzing our interactions right now,” he covers his bare chest with his hands

I can't help but chuckle at his teasing words. "Oh, come on, Zeph. You know you can't resist my expert analysis. I'm like a relationship ninja," I say with a wink.

He laughs, his green eyes crinkling at the corners. "I guess I'll just have to watch what I say around you then," he says, playfully raising his hands in surrender.

I shake my head and ask "So, Zeph, what's your ethnic background? You look like you could be mixed with something."

 

Zeph smiles, he runs a hand through his wet hair. "Yeah, I'm half-Italian and half-Korean. My mom is Italian, and my dad is Korean."

I nod in interest. "That's a cool mix. I'm mixed too. My dad is Norwegian, and my mom is Kenyan." Well my earthly parents are.

Zeph's eyebrows raise in surprise. "Oh, really? I wouldn't have guessed that just by looking at you."

As we continue chatting, Zeph's eyes widen in amazement as I tell him about my eight siblings. "Eight siblings? Wow, that's quite a big family. How did your parents manage to handle all of you?"

I grin, knowing exactly what he's thinking. "Oh, well, my two sisters are from my earthly parents, and the other six are more of an extended family." I don't mention the fact that they're all angels, I don't want to freak him out just yet.

Zeph nods, looking relieved. "Oh, that makes more sense. I was starting to wonder if your parents were superheroes or something."

We talk, about work, our ambitions and hobbies.

I can't help but admire Zeph's success as a venture capitalist. "Wow, so you're basically a professional risk taker," I say, impressed.

Zeph chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I like to think of it more as calculated risk-taking. You have to know when to take a chance and when to hold back."

I nod, understanding his point. "That makes sense. It's like playing a game of chess, but with money."

As we continue talking, I can't help but notice how comfortable I feel around him. It's like we've known each other for years instead of just a few days. But then again, that's the soulmate bond for you.

Eventually, we both realize that it's probably time to get out of the tub before we turn into prunes. We reluctantly climb out of the warm water and wrap ourselves in towels. He walks into his closet and hands we a plain white tea shirt that smells like him.  As I'm getting dressed, I can't help but think about how much fun I'm having with Zeph. Who knew that meeting your soulmate could be this enjoyable?

Zeph asks me if I want a 3:00 am snack. I raise an eyebrow at him, surprised by the suggestion. "Uh, sure. What do you have in mind?"

Zeph grins mischievously. "Well, I've got some leftover pizza in the fridge. And some ice cream too, if you're feeling adventurous."

I laugh, shaking my head at his antics. "You're a bad influence, Zeph. But yeah, I could go for a snack."

We make our way to the kitchen, Zeph heats up the pizza while I grab a couple of spoons for the ice cream. As we sit at the kitchen counter, munching on our late-night snacks and chatting about everything from our favorite movies to our wildest dreams.