Page 33 of How Not to Date an Angel

“Of course not,” Rami said, because there was just no other answer.

An angel and a demon sharing a bed? No matter how innocently, it just didn’t seem right.

“Aw, come on. Achey, bumpy couch, or cloud-soft, island-sized bed?”

Rami should walk away. Turn on their heel and ignore Julian’s rather good point.

But the couch wassoterrible. Truly.

“Come on,” he encouraged. “I know your neck is sore; you’ve been holding it weird all day.”

Rami scoffed. The demon knew them so well so soon?

They hated that Julian was right.

With a sigh, they rounded the bed and stared at the empty space. It was rather large.

But why did the demon look so pleased with himself? What was his aim here?

“You won’t touch me?” Rami asked, narrowing their gaze.

Julian’s lips twitched. “Won’t move a muscle, Feathers.”

Rami resisted rolling their eyes. Obviously, the demon wouldn’t be able to control that while he was asleep. But something in his expression, his tone, made Rami believe he was telling the truth.

“Fine, alright. Fine.”

“You sure? Don’t sound too happy about it.”

“I’m sure I’ll be grateful in the morning when I wake up without an ache in my neck.”

They sat on the side of the bed and almost sighed. What did humans call them? Creature comforts? Simple pleasures?

Well, anyway, Rami had missed their bed.

And now, thanks to this demon, they had it back. Though, if it wasn’t for Julian in the first place, they wouldn’t have lost their bed at all.

They pulled back the cover enough to make room for themself, and then took off their sweater, folding it and laying it atop the dresser. Rami usually wasn’t one to wear their pants as well, but. These were particular circumstances, and Rami would most certainly not be so exposed next to a demon.

So, pants it was.

Julian turned his lamp off, casting the room into shadows, apart from the moonlight streaming in through the window above the bed.

Rami slid into the bed beneath the sheets and top cover, and scooted as close to the edge as they could.

They were pretty certain there was enough room for a whole other person between them, but Rami wasn’t going to be the one to cross the invisible line.

“Well, goodnight, I suppose,” Rami said, and then turned over onto their side.

“Goodnight, Feathers,” Julian returned.

Several moments of silence passed. Rami could hear their pulse thumping against the pillow. Were they breathing too loudly? Could Julian hear them? Did Rami care?

They startled when the bed rustled, and something brushed against their back. They tried to turn their head, but the soreness stoppedthem. When no further assault occurred, they relaxed. “What is that?” they asked.

“It’s a chastity pillow,” the demon said. “Told you, we won’t touch.”

Rami settled back down with a huff. “How kind of you to protect my virtue,” Rami mused, pulling the cover closer to their chin.

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