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“Then what are you worried about?”
“Rushing myself,” he whispered, his golden eyes meeting mine. “I fall too fast and too hard, Jeremiah.”
I was struggling to see the issue. Was this just because he knew I was scared of feeling trapped? Or was there more to it? “Is that a problem?”
“Yes,” he said hollowly.“Because every time I fall, I break. Every. Single. Time. I don’t want that to happen with you.”
My demon tried to rise. He wanted the full story. To track down whichever idiotic fool had been gifted Noah’s heart only to smash it to pieces.
That wouldn’t happen with me. I’d treasure it. I’d protect it with everything I had.
That was the part of me I hadn’t shared with Noah tonight. The part that was truly the most demonic.Because the truth was, if Noah was mine—nothing else would matter. My morals and ethics would become non-existent where he was concerned. I’d do whatever it took to protect his heart. To keep him safe. To make him happy.
I didn’t think he was ready to hear that though. I needed to show him with my actions.
“We’re taking things slow,” I said eventually. “But maybe slow could include the occasional text or phone call?”
There it was. The smile more beautiful than any sunrise I could witness. “I’d like that.”
Chapter 8
Text Messages
Jeremiah
Why is the air so thick in Florida?
Noah
I think the better question is WHY are you in Florida?
Well it’s on the list of top places in America to visit. Something about a mouse.
What’s wrong with Florida?
Aside from the humidity
Do you know how to google?
My tech skills aren’t great, but they aren’t that bad! Yes I know how to fucking google.
Hahahaha. My bad. It’s not just being down in Hell, but you’re an ancient being compared to me .
Wait, howold are you?
Five hundred and thirteen
Wow.
You are a baby.
I thought I was young but you’ve got me beat.
Told you so.
Anyway, google your birthday plus the words ‘Florida Man.’
What the actual fuck?
