Page 16 of Hot Girls Date Demons

My entire right side is currently being crushed by approximately seven feet of gorgeous, unconscious man.

And wow.

He smells incredible.

I inhale before I can stop myself.

Chocolate.

Dark chocolate.

And cinnamon.

Warm and rich, and delicious.

My stomach growls.

“Great,” I mutter. “I haven't had dinner and now you smell like dessert.”

His body radiates heat.

Not fever heat.

Not sick heat.

Just… hot. So hot.

The man himself is all warm muscle and broad shoulders and solid weight.

“Oh my God, this is crazy,” I whisper. “I can't be attracted to you. I don't even know you, and I'm pretty sure you're not human.”

His head falls against my shoulder.

I swear his lips brush the sensitive skin below my ear.

A shiver races through me so violently I nearly squeak.

Every hair on my body stands on end.

“Please wake up,” I hiss. “I don't know what I'm supposed to do at the next stop. I can't carry you!”

No response.

I glance around the train car.

The businessman who'd been asleep earlier is gone.

The older woman with the knitting?

Gone.

Apparently everyone saw the giant winged man roar like a dragon and collectively decided this was above their pay grade.

Honestly?

Fair.

But not me.