Me:
Maggie told me something… I need to think.
Devil:
Then think. But don't shut me out.
Me:
I'm not.
Devil:
Good. Because I'm still watching you.
Of course he is.
Me:
That's not comforting.
Devil:
It's not supposed to be.
Why the hell is that so hot? If any other man had said that… but that's the problem, isn't it? He's not just any other man.
Me:
Thank you… for giving me space.
Devil:
Careful. You keep thanking me, I might start thinking you're going soft on me.
Me:
Don't push it.
Devil: You burned my kitchen, Audra. You don't get to pretend you're harmless.
Fuck, he did it again. Heat curls low. Damn him.
Me:
You'll survive.
Devil:
Yeah. Probably.
A pause.
Devil:
I won't wait forever.
Eat something. Sleep. Think about whatever she told you.
