Page 49 of Hot Girls Date Demons

Maybe open that mobile clinic I’ve always wanted to try.

And my secret dream—the one I don’t talk about out loud—maybe someday…

A baby.

A child.

Our child.

My face heats immediately.

Because yes.

I asked.

After finding out Demons existed, the next logical question was obviously going to be this one.

“Can Demons and humans have babies?”

Apparently, the answer is yes.

A very enthusiastic yes.

Desmond had been delighted by the question.

Delighted.

Like I'd handed him the greatest gift imaginable.

And then he'd very thoroughly explained—with real live demonstrations, of course—exactly how such hypothetical children would be created.

Multiple times.

My entire body is still humming from the memory.

I bury my face in my hands.

“Oh my God,” I mutter.

“Bad date or good date?” Abigail asks, appearing beside me.

I nearly jump out of my skin.

“What?”

She grins wickedly.

“Ooh, good date, for sure! Yasss! Get it Josie!”

“What?!”

“You've just got that look.”

“What look?”

“The one women get after really good sex.”

I choke.