Page 36 of Spookily Yours

There was no way I was holding back at the festival tonight. After all, pumpkin pie was myfavorite.Luna was an amazing baker, but she’d never quite nailed pie, and Wendy—another member of our coven—made the best I’d ever tasted. Plus, topped with homemade whipped cream? I was in heaven. I practically moaned at the thought.

Damien gave me a strange look, and I flushed. “Sorry. Just thinking about pie.” I gave a dreamy sigh.

“Pie?” His face scrunched up.

“You havehadpie before, right?”

“Willow. I’m a demon. I wasn’t born yesterday.” He narrowed his eyes, stealing a fry from my basket.

“Mhm. Just wait until you taste it. It’s the best pumpkin pie I’ve ever had.” Popping another fry in my mouth, I couldn’t resist it. “So good.”

The idea of introducing all of my favorite foods to the man sitting beside me warmed my insides. Showing him my town, my home—my life—it feltgood.

He gave me a stare, his jaw tight as he stopped chewing.

Tilting my head back, I smiled up at the ceiling as I finished the rest of my fries. I hadn’t considered how fun it might be to tease him. Sure, he had limited knowledge of human things—probably because he’d lived in the demon realm for over two hundred years—but his reaction was the fun part.

“So… where to next?”

TEN

damien

There were pumpkins everywhere.

Literally.

Willow had insisted we go back to her house and change before the evening’s festivities. I’d pulled on a soft, dark gray henley and a flannel jacket with my jeans. The temperatures started to drop in the evening, and even if the cold didn’t bother me much, I’d watched Willow shiver on the couch multiple times this week.

There was a reason that there was always a blanket handy next to us on the couch.

My mouth went dry when she walked out of her bedroom. Her body was wrapped in a long-sleeved pumpkin orange (because of course it was) dress that seemed to accentuate every curve, making her look like the embodiment of sin.

She was always beautiful, but this was—wow.The tan boots she’d pulled on gave her a few extra inches, making me that much closer to her mouth, and—

There was something seriously wrong with me.

A fuck-ton of pumpkins surrounded me, but all I could think about was her lips. Soft, pink, and ever so sweet. I wondered what she’d taste like. If the taste of pumpkin would overpower the vanilla-and-coffee scent that always followed her around.

I’d never wondered what anyonetasted likebefore, but I couldn’t get it out of my mind.

Her eyes lit up as soon as she stepped out of her car. Even though I’d told her I knew how to drive—how uncivilized did she think we demons were, anyway?—she insisted on it.

I’d let her do it a thousand times, though, just to see that look on her face again.

“I have to go help Luna set up,” Willow said. “But then I’m all yours.”

Yours.Why did I like the way that word slipped off her tongue?Especially when it set off myinstincts, the ones that wantedeverything.

“Okay.” My voice was thick, and I tried to push the thought away as I followed her through the crowd, towards the blonde girl setting up a tented stall.

Luna’s cookies, individually wrapped in cute little bags with ghost prints, filled one table, while the other boasted a drink station.

“And you do this every year?” I asked, not sure what to do as I watched Willow stir her hot chocolate.

Luna gave me a smile, and I tried not to grimace as her powers hit my senses. It was insane to me that no one else could feel it. All of that magical potential, and she bakedcookiesfor a living.

“Yep. Ever since we opened the shop.” Happiness radiated off of her, which further cemented just how much she loved her job.

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