Page 73 of Spit

I’d had the best day in a long time, but it had been at the expense of what Beezelbub had tasked me with.

I was lost.

I’d believed that I would never have intimacy. Never be held or loved in the way that I craved. Never accepted or understood. When I tried to date, guys didn’t understand that I couldn’t kiss. I would always demand a condom if it ever went that far (which it never did). After a while, it had become apparent that even the best-seeming men would say all the right things before doing exactly what they pleased anyway.

I had a restraining order against Dylan Cartwright for that very reason. After my first kiss sparked an obsession that had me fleeing hundreds of miles to live in NOLA.

I dumped my bags in the foyer, ignoring the puddle as I dropped on the floor. I sunk down on the bench near the wall, out of place in the opulent room.

I cared more than I liked to admit about Legion. Somehow the rigid and cocky man had gotten under my skin. It felt like I had known him for years instead of days.

I hadn’t wanted to admit that my stomach twisted and my blood flushed cold whenever I thought of him with Katalina.

I had no right to feel that way.

Trey had had his fingers inside my pussy hours before, and there I was, worrying about the pride demon and thinking about how he looked when another woman sucked his cock.

Something was seriously wrong with me.

If what Trey and I had was serious, if it wasn’t just fun, boredom, and proximity, then what would happen if I had to be around Legion more and more? Would they end up fighting? Turning against each other?

That wasn’t even considering that I didn’t plan on staying in the Red City forever.

I buried my head in my hand, the pink tendrils of my hair hiding my face.

Too many thoughts.

Someone cleared their throat, drawing my attention. I looked up through the space in my fingers, seeing Sev in front of me—and I wondered how long the lust demon had been standing there, dressed like a disheveled playboy slash grandad in a dressing gown and slippers.

“What happened?” Sev asked.

“Legion passed out atBuster's,” I explained. “Arlo is checking him out now. Didn’t they call you?”

Sev shook his head; a sad expression flitted across his face but was gone a moment later. Replaced by a happy-go-lucky grin. “They don’t tend to tell me things like that. I’m not much help.”

I nodded, even though I disagreed with the statement.

“Do you want something to eat?” Sev asked. “I can hear your stomach from here.”

“Sure.” I shrugged.

Sev held out his hand, and after a moment's hesitation, I took it and allowed the lust demon to pull me to stand. He leaned in, and my entire body straightened, rigid with a moment’s fear. His face too near mine.

He pulled back, smiling as he held out my bag, and I loosened a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

Sev gestured to the steps, and together we climbed them and walked toward the dining room.

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. Had he smelled my fear when his face had gotten closer to mine?

“You smell like Sloth,” Sev commented lightly, his face impassive.

“What?”

“You smell like Trey.” Sev didn’t look at me. “Did he touch you?”

My cheeks burned. “Sev!” I admonished the demon. “You can’t just ask something like that.”

The incubus nodded as if confirming something. “You didn’t kiss, though.” It was a statement and not a question.

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