No strawberries.
For the first time all night, that felt like a victory.
Chapter 6
Eva POV
By the time I stepped out of the shower the next morning, the apartment had become a supernatural breakdown with mood swings.
Candles still covered half the living room floor. Coffee mugs had multiplied across every available surface, and my comfort blanket was currently wrapped around a demon sitting on my couch reading one of my erotica books like he paid rent here.
The worst part was that it was all starting to feel strangely normal.
“This is temporary,” I informed him while dragging my laundry basket out of my room.
The demon glanced up from the book calmly. “You’ve said that seven times.”
“Because I need you to understand it perfectly.”
“I understand humans repeat things when distressed.”
“That sounded rude.”
“It was educational.”
I dropped the laundry basket beside my bedroom door before stopping abruptly. Then I turned around to face him.
“…Why are my sweaters folded?”
The demon gestured toward the basket. “They were messy.”
I stared at him, then at the perfectly folded clothes sitting on my bed before looking back at him again.
“You touched my sweaters?”
“They were becoming chaotic.”
“That is a crazy sentence from a demon.”
From inside the bathroom, Nina yelled, “I’m sorry but this is the most husband behavior I’ve ever seen.”
“He is NOT my husband,” I snapped at her.
There was the tiniest pause before the demon lifted his head from the book again. His expression stayed completely calm when he answered.
“Not yet.”
I stared at him in complete disbelief while my brain tried very hard to abandon reality altogether.
“What does THAT mean?”
The demon blinked once like he genuinely didn’t understand why I seemed mentally challenged.
From the bathroom, Nina made a choking noise loud enough to hear through the wall. “Oh my God.”
“I need everybody in this apartment to stop reacting like this is cute.”
The demon closed the book carefully before setting it aside. “You summoned me romantically.”
