This fairy was totally throwing me off. I wasn’t sure what I was feeling, much less what I was supposed to say. “I just broke up with someone. Or he broke up with me. It was serious. Or something. I’m not really in the place to be emotionally available right now.”
“I guess I was right about the damage. To make it clear, I’m not asking you to marry me. I’m just saying I had a good time with a hot guy that I liked and wanted to do it again.”
Was I supposed to be offended by being called damaged, flattered that he thought I was hot, or jump on his dick right now?
His inspection continued. “So, this breakup. Are you saying you’re on the abstinence train at the moment?”
Abstinence. That had been before Brett. Not any longer. “No.”
“Okay, then. I’d like to do the nonabstinence thing together. Sound good to you?”
His yellow eyes were so large, so clear. The brown and green that jutted from the pupil seemed to dance. Why was I hesitating? I’d done a fair share of hooking up since Brett left. Why not? What was it about this guy that was giving me pause?
“How about I give you my number? You can call me if you decide you want to. I don’t wanna pressure you into anything, dude. No stress.”
“Yes.” My voice startled me, but I caught up quickly. “Yes. Let’s do it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“You sure? I don’t want you to feel strange about it or anything.”
I nodded. “I’m sure.” So not true. “Let’s do it.”
He smiled. It was flirty, sure, but it was also genuine and handsome. “Great! I’d love that, pretty man.”
Oh looky, looky. Little witch boy’s got another man. That didn’t take long, did it? Demon to fairy. Going downhill fast. Maybe you can even get this loser to stay.
I shoved the voice away, but not soon enough to stop the chill from running down my spine. “Did someone from the Square send you?”
The confusion that clouded his eyes couldn’t have been faked. “No. Why would anyone do that?”
“So you really just wanted to have sex with me again?”
“Well, yeah.” This time the curve of his lip took a sheepish arch. “And maybe dinner?”
A chill again, this time for an entirely different reason. “As in a date?”
“Yeah, why not?”
Brett. Vampires. Shattered dreams. Desperately in love with a missing demon.
“Whoa, slow that brain down there, big boy. You really do wear your heart on your sleeve.” He took a step forward and grasped my shoulder, touching me for the first time. “I’m not trying to do any damage here. It’s just a date. Again, not asking you to marry me or any of that shit.”
“Okay. Let’s do it. Let’s go to dinner and then… stuff.”
He laughed again, a very soothing sound, actually. “Wow, you’re a bit intense, man. Good thing you’re so cute and I already know you’re a great lay.”
“So, how do we do this?”
His teasing grin was back. “The date or the lay?”
I shouldn’t be doing this. I had no business going out with this guy, going out with anybody. Beverly’s voice rang through my head. “I want you to live.” Somehow I didn’t think this was what she had in mind.
It seemed Schwint could feel my mental backpedaling, and his teasing tone vanished. “So, let’s say, I pick you up?”
I nodded.
