Page 48 of Spookily Yours

“You know… He’shot!” Luna shouted over the music. “Why don’t you see where that goes?”

I shook my head. “He’s not here forever. We’re just friends! Roommates!” I hated that thought.It’s just temporary.“And I… don’t want to start something that will end.” I hadn’t realized that was how I felt until I uttered the words, but maybe that was why I’d let the wall form between us this last week. Sure, he had stayed, but for how long?

Distancing myself was safe.

Kissing him again… That was not.

“Okay, but the way he’s watching you? Damn.” She fanned herself.

I was pretty sure she had some inkling of who hewas, especially after her comment earlier this week at the coffee shop, but I wondered if she knew the full story. That he was the cat she’d let brush up against her legs just a few days ago. That he was living under my roof.

Sleeping curled up on the edge of my bed every night, even though I’d find him back on the couch every morning. Like he didn’t want me to find out.

“Luna, I should probably tell you—” I started, getting interrupted by the music changing. The crowd cheered around us.

“You just need to let loose, Willow! Getlaid!”My sister said the last word with a singsong voice, and my body flushed.

“I…Luna.” I groaned, even as we moved to the beat.

“What?” She frowned, giving me a little shrug as she shimmied on the floor. “I can’t have my older sister trying to take care of me forever. You have to live your own life, too, Wil.”

My own life…My eyes wandered up, connecting with Damien’s, who was still sitting at the bar, sipping his drink. Watching me dance.

But the heat in his eyes… I wasn’t mistaking it this time. Definitely not.

“Do you want to dance?”

The words were ones I wanted to hear—but they weren’t from the right person.

I turned around, and there was Simon from the library, his auburn hair combed back, and a bowtie that looked like a bat tied around his neck.

“Oh, I…” I looked back to the bar, but Damien was gone, his empty drink sitting on the counter. “I actually came here with someone. Sorry.” I winced involuntarily.

“Yeah,” my demon agreed, pulling my back flush against his chest. “With me.”

I turned my head to look up at him, my cheeks heating at the determination I saw there.

FOURTEEN

damien

You’re beautiful.The words I should have said to Willow earlier, when I saw her standing in her bathroom, the black dress showing off the creamy smooth skin of her back. Instead, I’d practically forced her to bring me along tonight.

Dammit. How hard was it to say the words?

All week, I’d had them on the tip of my tongue.

But everything faded away whenever she was around.

The light brown strands of her hair caught the light as she danced with Luna, and I scowled at the thought of someone else touching her. I shouldn’t have been this possessive, but watching her sway her hips, thinking about anyone else having what wasmine…

It was enough to make my lips curl over my teeth.

“Fuck,” I muttered to myself as I watched the two of them dance.

“Can I get you another one, sir?” The bartender asked me, and I shook my head.

I’d been nursing the same one all night, and I had no plans of getting drunk. There was no way I’d risk something happening to Willow—or her sister.

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