Page 41 of Halluci-Dating A Demon
I Am Sleeping:Here’s another message in case you don’t feel our convo on here was long enough.
I Am Sleeping:And another.
I Am Sleeping:One more in case you aren’t a fan of odd numbers.
My body shakes from laughing too hard and I dial his number with unsteady hands, nerves tingling at the back of my neck when he answers on the first ring.
“Took you long enough,” he muses.
I scoff. “I was only delayed because of you blowing up my inbox on Monster Match.”
“Sure, sure. How’d you like the picture I sent? Do I get one back?”
I grin, flutters filling the pit of my stomach. “Maybe. Or we can wait until you laugh at all the funny jokes I plan to tell you tonight, and then you can see me in person.”
“Jokes, huh? You do know they actually have to be funny to be called that, right?” he smarts.
“Excuse me, sir. I am hilarious. Just ask my reflection in the mirror. He’s always laughing.”
A snort comes from the other end of the line. “How was your ride home, baby?”
“It was okay. Sal was as pleasant as usual.”
That gains me another short laugh. “You can always try telling him one of your hilarious jokes.”
“We aren’t quite there in our friendship yet,” I point out, moving my rocks to a box on the floor. I should really get some more furniture. Shelves would be nice.
“I see. So, are you saying he has to come as far as I have to get them? If that’s the case, I’d rather he not have the chance.”
“Is that jealousy I hear?” I can’t even convince myself I’m hearing things with the way he reacts to the mention of someone else getting everything he gets from me. He doesn’t have to worry about that.
“I don’t know. What do your demon senses say?”
Chuckles spill from me and I throw myself back in bed. “That I really didn’t need to ask that question to get the answer. But I’d rather hear you say it.”
“Fine, maybe a little. The guy already gets to spend a whole forty minutes more a day with you than I do. We can do a lot of food tasting during that time.”
“We could.”
“It’s really silly, I know—to be jealous over nothing. But you make me feel too much in every sense, and I don’t always see it coming.”
“Good. I like surprising you.”
“Mission accomplished then. So, what are you doing? Eating candy? Watching the sky turn from light to dark? Lying in that big bed of yours all alone?”
“The last one, aside from talking to you of course.”
“You wearing some cute pajamas or short little shorts?” His breaths tremble. He’s imagining every scenario.
“No. I’m not wearing anything. I don’t really like wearing clothes when I don’t have to, and I prefer being comfortable in my own home.”
He hums. “Now I’m jealous of your sheets.”
“I was jealous of that towel earlier, so I guess we’re even.”
A sound crawls up his throat. “What were you doing before I called? You sounded a little distracted.”
“You’ll think I’m silly if I tell you.”
