Page 47 of I Accidentally Summoned a Demon Boyfriend

“You’re always going to that taco place by the pond. Why you would continue to go there after being attacked there confuses me,” he admitted. So he had done more than just watch me on my dates. This man is obsessed!

“It’s my favorite.” I should have been alarmed by his admission that he’d known my habits, but I felt comforted. All that time I thought he’d forgotten about me, he hadn’t.

“Well, these can be your favorite now.” He placed another taco on my plate. “Are you done being mad?”

“No.” I shook my head and put a spoonful of rice in my mouth.

“Have another taco.” He pointed to the food in front of me. “Maybe that will help.”

I did. In fact, I had three more before the button on my pants threatened to pop. Instead of embarrassing myself, I pushed away from the table and refused the next offered bite.

“I’m stuffed. Oh man, I can’t eat anymore.” I waved my hands in surrender. “Make sure you put that up so I can eat it tomorrow.”

“You’re making me do the dishes as well?”

“I didn’t ask you to cook.” I shrugged.

“No wonder you’re single,” he fussed but started cleaning.

“Are you going back now?” I asked, watching him closely. He was doing a good job, so there was no need for me to pick at him, though it would have been fun.

“Do you want me to?” He looked over his shoulder at me.

I hesitated, but there was something I wanted to tell him, something I had to say. “You know, I got real close to convincing myself I made you up.”

“What?” He dried the last dish with the towel before placing it on the drying rack.

“I expected you to come back at least once. You didn’t.” I nodded. “Those first few days, every little sound scared the hell out of me. I figured it was either something coming to kill me, or you coming to make sure I was okay.”

“I didn’t know you expected me to come.” He walked around the table to sit next to me by the counter. “That wasn’t the plan.”

“I know it wasn’t, but it really broke me to think I could be so delusional,” I admitted. “Even went back to therapy.”

“Did it help?” The humor drained from his voice.

“Let’s just say it did.” I shrugged and dropped my eyes to my hands.

“It was hard for me too.” He placed his hand on my knee. “All I had was that damn denati to remember you by.”

“Piko!” I gasped. “Oh, is he okay? Are you taking care of him like you said you would?”

“Yes, the thing is fine. Finally got him to go outside to drop his rainbow shits.” He grumbled. “Disgusting little thing.”

“At least they smell good.” I nudged him in the side with my elbow.

“To you, maybe.” The corner of his lips lifted into a quick smile. “The stuff was everywhere. I ruined a few pairs of shoes stepping in it.”

“But you’re still taking care of him, so you must like him.” I teased.

“What if I did come back to see you?” He looked me in the eye, changing the subject.

“Metice.” My heart raced. That question opened a door to something dangerous.

“It’s strange, yes, but it’s better than what you’re doing now,” he reasoned.

“Dating a demon from another world is better?” I shook my head. “How do you come to that conclusion?”

“You’re already my soulmate.” He gripped the edge of my seat and pulled me closer to him. “It’s not much more than that.”

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