Page 40 of Hot Girls Date Demons

Something dangerously close to that L word I mentioned before.

And the overwhelming certainty that he has finally come home.

Tears spill from my eyes.

Because nobody has ever made me feel like this.

Nobody has ever looked at me and thought this woman is a miracle.

But Desmond does.

Somehow, I just know it.

He thinks I'm beautiful.

He thinks I'm perfect.

He thinks finding me was worth centuries of suffering.

And somehow—impossible as it is—I think finding him might have been worth all my lonely years, too.

“Desmond,” I whisper brokenly once we’ve stopped trembling.

His head lifts instantly.

Those gorgeous black eyes widen with concern.

“Myrrin? Have I harmed you?”

The fact that he's worried about me while looking utterly wrecked with emotion almost makes me cry harder.

“No,” I whisper. “I just… I can feel you.”

Wonder sweeps across his face.

Real wonder.

Like after three hundred years he still can't believe this is happening.

“Y-you can?” he asks softly.

I nod.

And then I smile through my tears.

“Yes.”

His forehead drops to mine.

And for a moment neither of us says anything.

We just breathe.

Two lonely souls who somehow found each other.

Two people who never thought they were enough.

Two hearts that had almost given up.