Page 70 of The Angel's Kiss
“Do what kids do, feel free to raid the kitchen.”
She smiled and walked over to the kitchen and started gathering goodies to eat.
“She’s a pretty cool kid,” I said softly.
Azazel looked at her. “She’s had an unfair life thanks to humans.”
“Don’t start.”
He chuckled. “Okay, I won’t.” He scooted closer to me. “Is your cock still hard?”
I reached over and grabbed his, which was hard. He growled in lust and moaned. “Behave.”
“How can I when you’re touching me?”
I smiled, but released him. “Get it together, demon. As for you moving in with me, it should be soon.” I didn’t need Azazel to be in the same home with me in order to call him, but I wanted him near me at all times. I just couldn’t explain why, it was just how I felt.
“Once we solve this demon mess, I’ll move in,” Azazel said.
“Good.” I rose. “Let me freshen up.”
“Can I join you?” Azazel asked.
“No, take care of Monique,” I said, then walked off to my bedroom. I showered quickly, dressed, and then decided to grab something to eat while Azazel took his turn, bathing to get all ofthe blood off his body. I tried not to imagine how hot he must look with suds dripping off his body, but it was a task I was failing at and my cock was tempting me to interrupt his shower.
“So, what’s up with you and the demon?” Monique asked as she sat down in the chair across from me.
Her voice brought me back to reality. I cleared my throat. “What do you mean?” I asked, then took a bite of my ham sandwich.
“You’re obviously into him, is he your boyfriend?”
I paused eating and looked at her. “No.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t think we should be having this conversation.”
“I’m not a kid. I can talk about stuff like this.”
I snorted. “Yes, you are a kid and I don’t want to talk about Azazel and me.”
“You trust him,” she said, then she grinned wickedly. “I bet you’re sooo in love with him.”
“Shut up and eat your food,” I said and she giggled. The last thing I was going to do was discuss my complicated feelings about Azazel with a wise-mouth, street-smart, sixteen-year-old busybody.
The door to my bedroom opened and the demon in question emerged wearing the clothes I’d given him. He was five inches taller than I was and my clothes were too small for him even though they were made with stretchy fabric. Seeing how short my sweatpants were on him was kind of funny.
“I still look good,” he said, being a good sport about it, even though his ankles and legs were showing. His attitude made him even sexier to me. I was still chuckling at the outfit on Azazel when I heard the knock on my door, I knew it was Marcel. I let my BFF in and Monique’s eyes lit up when she saw my handsome friend with the French accent. Girls had their crushes, I supposed. I made quick introductions.
“Okay, quick question, why are both of you going back to his house?” Marcel asked.
“Because we need to get the ingredients,” I said.
“It’s only some herbs,” Azazel stated, which pointed out the amount of bullshit that was in my response.
I couldn’t pretend like I was needed to do that task and the damn doorway to the Magic Shop was under my Persian Rug. “I need to speak with Azazel alone, okay?” I said finally.
Marcel winked. “Alrighty then. Don’t worry, I’ll watch over her,” he said, and I was relieved that he didn’t continue to pry. He looked at Azazel from head to toe. “You take care of my friend, all right?”
