Page 33 of A Beginner's Guide to Demonic Possessions
Chapter
Nineteen
DOES HELL HAVE PAID TIME OFF?
Trent woke up in darkness to an empty bed, the shades drawn, and he had a moment of pure panic.
“Paz!” he cried out, fear for his demon filling him up.
Paz ran into the room. “What is it? Are you ok?” he asked. He had a bowl and a whisk in his hand, and he looked dressed and showered.
“Fuck. I thought you were gone,” Trent said, leaning back against his pillows. “I should have known, though, huh,” he muttered.
Paz looked confused, and he started whisking whatever was in the bowl again as he raised his eyebrows.
“The curse of the morning person strikes again,” Trent muttered in reply to the silent question.
Paz laughed, came over to the bed, and kissed him on the lips. Trent almost had a moment to panic about morning breath, but the kiss was over before the thought fully formed, and Paz was smiling at him.
“We both woke up a bit earlier, and I told you I would make breakfast. Obviously you don’t remember. You go ahead and sit in the darkness for as long as you need to, Eeyore, but just know that the crepes will be ready in about twenty minutes, and theytaste better hot,” Paz sassed, turning and making his way out of the room.
“Asshole!” Trent muttered affectionately.
“I heard that!” Paz called from the kitchen.
Trent took a minute to orient himself. If he thought really hard, he seemed to have a vague recollection of Paz kissing him and saying something when he was still half asleep. It took another minute of his brain coming online for him to process what else Paz had said.
“Crepes?” Trent called out. Fuck, he loved crepes, and he hardly ever got to have them.
“Finally processed that, did you?” Paz yelled back from the kitchen, and Trent couldhearthe smirk he was probably wearing.
“What kind of crepes?” Trent yelled back.
“The kind with fruit and nutella and sugar and all the sweet things you love. There might even be coffee made,” Paz called out.
Fuck. Trent dragged himself from bed and made his way into the bathroom, eyes only partly open. He heard Paz chuckling at him, and he might have been grumbling and muttering a bit. It was probably obscenely early.
But crepes. And coffee. And sugar.
By the time he’d brushed his teeth, washed his face, and pulled on some clothes, healmostfelt vaguely human. He was just barely conscious enough to appreciate that there was no mess from lovemaking to clean up, and he fully appreciated that demonic ability.
When he made his way into the kitchen, a cup of coffee appeared in front of his face. Trent might have groaned in appreciation at the smell of it. When he grabbed it from Paz’s hands and took a sip hedefinitelygroaned.
“My god, it’s peppermint. And chocolate. And coffee. Have I told you how much I love you?” Trent asked, and there was not a drop of a joke in that statement, but Paz laughed anyway.
“Sit down before you fall down, Eeyore,” Paz chuckled, leading him to a chair while he clutched his coffee like it was the cure to everything wrong in the world, which it kind of was.
By the time his cup was empty, Paz was serving them up crepes and coming to sit at the small table next to Trent.
“Go on, try some sugary goodness,” Paz joked, gesturing toward the crepe.
Trent leaned over instead and gently kissed Paz. He meant to give his demon a peck, but Paz tasted delicious—like chocolate and peppermint and powdered sugar, and Trent deepened the kiss, licking Paz’s lips and giving the bottom one a little nibble.
“Mmmm, this is the best sugary goodness I’ve ever had,” he murmured when he finally pulled away.
Paz’s olive skin actually turned a shade darker, and Trent felt glee at having made his demon blush. Paz looked down and picked up his fork, but Trent put his hand on top of Paz’s.
“Thank you, Paz. Thank you for breakfast, and coffee, and sitting in the dark. Thank you for loving me,” Trent murmured.
