“I did support you though. I barged into that small-ass studio apartment on your birthday and dragged you to the bathroom to put on a skimpy dress and slutty makeup. We hopped on the next train here to the city to party.”
Evangeline smiles. “I hated you for being pushy, but the moment we got on the train, I was excited.”
“And we had fun.”
“We did,” Evangeline says, wiping a tear off her cheek. “And that night was the start of my reinvention. It motivated me to get my life together. I got a job here and moved away from that toxic small town and my awful ex. I met my soulmate. That’s because of you.”
I nod, squeezing her hand. “And while it took me a minute to follow, I’m here. I couldn’t have done it without your help. The apartment… the teaching position at Five Boroughs. I know that was you and Xander’s connections.”
I teach a core curriculum class offered year-round, so most of my students are freshmen or sophomores. I worried about them being uninterested or distracted by social media during class. Or mean because young people can be cruel.
But they weren’t. They were engaged in what I had to say. I found that including pop culture into my lessons helped.
I grin, remembering the selfie I took of my outfit from the first day of class. I wore a burgundy, high-waisted dress with a low neckline and puffy sleeves paired with long white gloves. My hair was styled up with little curls at the nape and framing my face.
I posted the Regency era outfit on social media, and it got some traction. I didn’t care about any comments or likes from strangers. I only cared when I got a notification saying ‘@loched_n_loaded liked your photo.’
‘@loched_n_loaded started following you.’
Locheran.
He saw the photo. Now he follows me on all the socials.
Of course, he’s got way more followers than me. There are tons of girls being thirsty for his human form in the comments.
I don’t blame them.
If they could only see him as his true self.
“And I met Locheran because of you. So, yeah, you deserve a cake. And a bottle of wine too.”
Evangeline’s smile grows and she rolls her eyes. “Fine, but only if you eat it with me. We’ll put on a creepy crime doc while treating ourselves.”
“Deal,” I say.
Evangeline gives me a wink just as our food arrives.
The moment I take a big bite of the wrap, my bestie says, “So, what time is Locheran coming over to bang you with his massive—”
I kick her shin, and a yelp cuts off the rest of her sentence. She leans back in her chair, in a fit of giggles, and I realize I’ve missed this feeling.
I’ve missed my best friend.
Chapter 8 – Locheran
Iwake at sunset with my cock achingly hard.
It doesn’t matter that I drained it twice after getting home from the conference’s first night party.
It’s because I can’t stop thinking about her.
Farrah.
Her wonderful scent. Not only her sweet perfume—vanilla, coconut, and a hint of passion fruit—but her mouthwatering cunt.
I’ve never tasted a pussy so addicting.
I’m still trying to figure out why Farrah is special. Why, after one thousand years of living, is this human the one I’m obsessing over?
