Page 50 of Spookily Yours

I’d experienced nothing like this town in the demon realm. Not that there weren’t communities or towns of our own—demons, living in their true forms, free to live their lives—but my life had been cold. Emotionless. Sometimes it felt almost meaningless. I’d lost my mom at a young age. My father… Well, the Demon King had his own set of worries, and it wasn’t about me. No, that distinction went to my older brother. TheHeir.

I scrubbed a hand over my face. She’d lost her parents, but she was still so kind, caring, and generous. In all my years, I’d never met a woman who enchanted me the way Willow did. I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t keep my eyes off of her, or my body from wanting to touch her. Wrap her soft brown curls around my fist and—

Willow’s hand landed on my thigh, causing me to startle out of my thoughts.

“What?” My eyes flickered to the counter, to her finished drink. Mine was gone now too, meaning I had no more excuse to be a grumpy asshole tonight.

“Should we dance?” She held out her hand to me. The music had slowed—no longer one of those poppy hits she had been moving her hips to.

I thought about how good it had felt the other day—holding her in my arms, dancing with her. Even though I knew it was dangerous, that nothing good would come out of it, I couldn’t say no. Couldn’t bring myself to turn her down.

“Of course,” I murmured, giving her my hand. It always amazed me how much smaller hers were than mine. How I could wrap my entire hand around hers. And yet, when she laced her fingers through mine, nothing had ever fit so perfectly.

Yes,my body screamed as my hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her in closer to me.

“You look beautiful tonight,” I murmured against her ear, finally saying what I’d been dying to for hours.

“Thank you.” She bobbed her head, a pretty blush spreading over her cheeks. “You clean up pretty nicely yourself.”

I’d hardly noticed what I’d thrown on when she told me about her plans. I’d just focused on her bare back as I zipped up her dress, and the way it hugged her curves. So fucking perfect.

Begging to have my hands all over them.

A dark shadow caught my eye in the back of the bar. Some alarm bell went off inside my mind, that I should investigate—to see what was going on.

But then Willow wrapped her arms around me, and nothing else mattered.

Unlike at the festival, when I twirled and spun her around the room, in a dance of intricate steps, we just held each other, swaying to the music. I liked it too much.

Which was why I needed to come clean.

“Willow…” I sighed, opting for honesty. “I’m sorry for this week.”

She looked confused. “Why? I thought we were having a good time.” She tilted her head to the side. “Getting to know each other. You know.”

“We were. And I liked it. Watching your human movies. Listening to your stories.” Too much. I liked it way too much. “But I’ve been avoiding…this, and it’s not fair to you.” I swallowed roughly, fingers itching to dig into her skin. “To either of us.”

“No,” she agreed, “it’s not.”

“But…” I tightened my grip on her hip. Held her closer to my body. Let my breath brush against her ear, and watched the way she shuddered from it.

Her eyes were closed as she murmured a quiet, “But?”

“But I’m tired of holding back. Pretending I don’t want you. Pretending I don’t know what your mouth tastes like. Pretending I don’t want to do it again.”

Willow’s eyes flew open, her hand on my shoulder moving to grip my jacket instead. “You do?”

My lips ghosted against her neck, the faintest press of a kiss to her perfect skin. “I do.”

When I stared back down at her, there was a spellbound look in her eyes. “Oh, good.” She let loose a giggle. “Because I do as well.”

I looked into her eyes. They were big, but not overly dilated. And she didn’t seem drunk to me. Which meant…

She wanted me as badly as I wanted her.

“Should we go home?” Willow whispered, her eyes bright. “Because I really want to kiss you right now.”

“Yes.” And fuck, I liked the sound of that.Home.Her place felt more like home than anywhere I’d ever been before.