It was already past ten when we got here, and knowing Joan and Rhett have to be up early to open the shop, I don’t want to keep them up too late.
We chat for a while, then say our goodnights after Joan shows us to the guest room.
The guest room with only one bed.
Not even a bed.
A pull-out couch. Full-size, at best.
I probably should have thought this through a little more. And yes, staying back at my parents’ place would have solved the problem of beds, but it wouldn’t have solved the problem of… my parents.
So maybe this is better.
“I could take the couch in the living room,” I say quietly after we’ve pulled the door shut behind us. “Wait until Joan and Rhett are asleep and then sneak back out there.”
Callum frowns. “Icould take the couch in the living room.”
“With those wings?” I reach up and run my fingers lightly over the curve of one where it rises from his shoulder. “No way. You’d be miserable.”
He shudders, and I touch the other one. Just for good measure.
Callum catches my wrist in his hand and brings it to his lips. “Or…”
His fangs press down on my pulse point, and my blood burns.
Do demons… drink blood?
I mean, those fangs have to be for something, right?
It’s another thing I should probably ask him, but I’m way too distracted by the gleam in his crimson eyes when they meet mine, a wicked spark that curls low in my belly.
“Or what?”
That spark gets darker, sharper. “Or, we could share.”
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“I’d… I’d be alright with sharing.” Seren’s breath hitches in her throat and her cheeks flush pink.
I drop her hand.
Goddess, but I’d like to keep it right where it was. I’d like to sink my fangs into her, taste her, throw her down on that bed and…
Fuck.
We’re not going to have our first time together be in a small apartment with walls thin enough to hear through, with her friend and another demon right down the hall.
Even just having another demon right down the hall feels wrong. It’s nonsensical, I know, especially because that demon already has his own mate who he’s very evidently devoted to, but it still sets my teeth on edge.
I want to have Seren somewhere private. I want it to just be me and her, away from the world, all on our own with nothing to distract us.
But that’s not what we have tonight.
“Then we’ll share,” I say softly. “If you think we’ll both fit?”
The bed is small. Unfurled from a sofa and made up nicely with pillows and blankets, but still… small.
