Page 47 of Spookily Yours

“Did I adopt a demon, or a damn God?” I muttered under my breath, eyes still focused on his muscles. Those abs I wanted to trace my tongue over—multiple times, if I had my way. Especially after that kiss last week. It wasn’t enough—I wanted more.

No being should be allowed to look likethat.Especially when I was trying so hard to be good. There was a part of me that felt like a sex-crazed beast every time I saw him. One look from him was all it took, and I was wet.Dripping. It was unfair, really.

But he was basically my roommate, myfriend, and he was leaving. He’d only promised me a month, and how much of that did I even have left?

But I couldn’t ask him to stay.

Sure, we’d settled into some sort of normal routine over the last week. I’d go to work, stay at the bakery until the late afternoon before coming home and making dinner.

Damien—well, who knew what Damien did during the day.

But at night, we’d sit on the couch, a cushion between us, watching whatever Halloween movie was on the TV.

I still wasn’t sure what to make out of my unexpected houseguest in a lot of ways, after all. Especially after he’d kissed me.

But nothing else had happened.

Damien hadn’t kissed me again. We’d barely even touched since coming home from the festival. He hadn’t made another move.

Sometimes, when he was looking at me, I’d catch his gaze dropping to my lips. Or the heat in his eyes.

Yet the complete rest of this week we just… hadn’t talked about it. I was tired of dancing around the subject. Pretending there wasn’t some heat between us that I couldn’t explain.

“Out,” I said with a huff, giving up on the zipper. It might have been a themed night, but I still wanted to look good.Feelgood. For no one else but myself. Definitely not for the man who currently stood behind me.

“Here,” he murmured, coming up behind me. “Let me.”

Our eyes connected in the mirror as he slowly zipped up my dress, his breath ghosting on the back of my neck. The whole encounter probably took only seconds, but it felt private—intimate—and I didn’t know what to make of that.

“Um.” I smoothed my hands over the tight black dress. “Thank you.”

His voice was rough. “Of course.”

Looping my dangly ghost earrings through my ears, I looked over my appearance. It was casually spooky for sure, but I felt cute. I’d add my favorite hat and a pair of heels and call it good.

Damien leaned against the door frame. “Should I be worried about where you’re going dressed like that?”

My eyes lifted in the mirror to his. “The bar. Luna wanted to go out.” I bit my lip. “Why? Worried someone else is going to sweep me off my feet?”

The way his eyes lit up… Maybe that was exactly what he’d been worried about. And for some reason, I liked that I’d riled him up with just the one comment.

“I’m going with you,” he said, his tone offering no room for argument.

I raised an eyebrow at his still naked body.

Maybe some clothes first?

He dressed in a flash—literally, with one snap of his fingers, and he was in a button-up shirt and a pair of slacks. One day, I needed to ask him how he did that. Where he stored his belongings that he could just retrieve them without blinking an eye.

I pondered that for a while, trying to ignore the truth bouncing around in my brain.

Somehow, he was even more handsome in dress clothes than just in the towel.

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My eyes flickered over to Damien, who was sitting at the bar as my sister and I danced.

Maybe it was a littletooon the nose to playThe Monster Mashduring Ghoul’s Night, but it was fitting.

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