Today while sorting books Crowley stumbled on his Husbandās Kiss Journal, and it was exactly what he hoped it was.
The only thing more endearing than his angel keeping track of their kisses (organized by location and type, of course) was how quickly heād abandoned it as impractical.
It seemed that on day three, Aziraphale had counted 60 cheek and forehead kisses before their mid-morning tea. He left a note that he was abandoning the log so that it wouldnāt take away from their kissing time.






















