Page 63 of Hot Girls Date Demons

By itself.

Magic.

Desmond's magic.

Fresh tears spill.

“Desmond?” I cry.

No response.

Of course not.

The house is silent.

Too silent.

I run upstairs.

Straight to the bedroom.

Our bedroom.

Oh God, it hits me then because it could have been, right?

Mine and his.

I collapse onto the bed and grab his pillow.

It smells like chocolate and cinnamon.

Like him.

I clutch it to my chest.

“How can this be real?” I sob.

“How can I feel like this over someone I just met?”

The room offers no answers.

Only silence.

And loneliness.

The same loneliness I'd lived with for years.

Only now—now I know exactly what I'm missing.

And the pain of it is too much.

Twelve

Desmond

The second the portal opens, I throw myself through it.

Someone shouts behind me.