Can someone please explain to me why I have to be in love with Brandon to have sex?

Whoever made up the rule that angels can't have sex unless they are in love has a really bad sense of humor.

I am entirely confused by the love of snow.

I prefer warmer temperatures as opposed to cooler ones and snow, is cold. And I refuse to get dressed up as a snowman.

*wakes up slowly*

*realizes I have a warm body on top of me*

*opens eyes to see Brandon*

We're not going to get in trouble for this, right?

*arrives at the restaurant a little early*

*sits down at our table and waits*

Dinner tonight at 8?

Some of us have very high standards for possible mates, it's one of the reasons I never fell in love on Earth. I could never find someone that met my requirements. But here... There is someone. He is in peak physical condition, and attractive. I wonder if it is some sort of cosmic joke.