Page 28 of Hot Girls Date Demons

I stopped hoping a long time ago.

Not because I didn't want love.

God, I've always wanted it.

I've wanted the handholding and the laughter, and someone to ask me how my day was. Someone to come home to.

Someone to choose me.

But eventually when that doesn’t happen?

You start believing maybe you're asking for too much.

And maybe happily ever after is for other people.

Not exhausted ER nurses with stress wrinkles and compression socks.

And then this impossible man just falls into my life.

Literally.

“So sweet, Myrrin,” he growls, deepening the kiss.

Oh my God.

He kisses like an expert.

Like he was born to do this.

Like he was born to kiss me.

“I was born to do this,” he growls, as though hearing my thoughts again. “To kiss you, my sweet Mate.”

I actually laugh breathlessly against his mouth.

“That's creepy, you know, reading my mind like that.”

His expression immediately turns worried.

“Forgive me. I do not mean to invade your thoughts. Your emotions simply shine so brightly.”

Who says things like that?

He does, apparently.

“I don't even know your name,” I whisper, still wrapped in his arms. “Or what—what are you?”

“My name is Desmond, sweet mate, and I am a Demon from the realm of Nightfall.”

He says it so calmly.

As though telling me he's from Ohio.

I should be panicking.

I should be screaming.

Instead, I touch one of the dark strands of hair falling across his forehead.