Sagitta drew his finger along the glass without touching it. Demetrius followed his lead like a playful puppy eager for treats.
“He’s beautiful,” Sagitta murmured. “So is his environment. I especially like the valisneria growing in the back.”
My pulse quickened. I suddenly found Sagitta ten times hotter than he already was.
Was this the fish-lovers version of dirty talk? Was he flirting with me?
“Thanks,” I managed past the dryness in my mouth.
Sagitta watched Demetrius swim around with a tranquil expression. “My father loved fish. He owned an aquarium shop in Thailand before my parents moved to Canada.”
I smiled at the fondness in his voice. “That sounds like the dream.”
Not wanting to be a stranger, I joined Sagitta on the floor. I pinched a couple bites of food into the water and watched Demetrius chase them down.
“I found him last December,” I began, nodding at Demetrius. “When I left the gym, I saw his sad little cup sitting on the cold pavement. In the time it took me to work out, somebody bought him from the pet store nearby, decided they didn’t want him, and left him behind. Right there in the parking lot.”
Sagitta faced me. His eyes were gentle. “You saved his life. Just like the blue betta at the party.”
I shrugged. “I’ve got a soft spot for animals people think are disposable.”
“Aww. Like me?” Faust asked.
I ignored him, but he did have a point. I’d been lenient about his presence. Then again, as far as demon possessions went, this one seemed tame. Faust just nagged me and demanded tasty treats. Maybe that was his secret goal—to pack on the pounds so he could eat me later.
“Ha! Oh, Chase, you crack me up...”
Out of nowhere, Sagitta put his hand on my forearm.
I froze.
“You’ve got a good heart, Chase,” Sagitta murmured.
My thumping heart leapt into my throat. His face was lit on one side by the water’s ethereal green glow. And it was so close to mine.
Our quiet proximity in the darkness of my bedroom suddenly felt too intimate. Blood pounded in my ears, hot and charged.
I wanted to kiss him again. God, I really fucking wanted to kiss him again.
“Do it,” the demon whispered in my ear.
Should I?
“Kiss him.”
I leaned forward and brushed our lips together.
My senses exploded like fireworks. Sagitta’s lips were soft and dangerously inviting. It felt too easy to lose control, tip into him forever...
Sagitta didn’t kiss me back, but he didn’t pull away, either.
But then a dark thought crossed my mind: was kissing him my own desire, or was the demon manipulating me?
Afraid of the answer, I jerked back in a sharp motion. My ass hit the carpet.
“Excuse you,” Faust said, sounding genuinely offended. “Don’t put words in my mouth, human. I only provided moral support. You should be grateful.”
My head was swimming. I could barely listen to him.
