QUOTE : I’m God,” he murmurs, his thumb stroking gently over the back of my hand. So, I am in heaven. He’s no angel, he’s God. I blink rapidly at him in confusion. Did I die? How? The throbbing in my head intensifies and tears threaten. God tightens his hold on my hand. “Hey,” he rumbles. “Relax. Everything’s going to be okay. I’ll take care of everything.” Who knew God was so hot?