Page 25 of Too Cursed To Kiss
“While you were asleep. I also picked up a few things.” He nodded at the backseat. There were shopping bags.
“Food?”
“Some. Mostly clothing for you.”
“Clothing?” I recoiled, then calmed myself down. It was totally normal he was buying me clothes while I slept in the car. How could I not have woken up when he stopped? I wasn’t a light sleeper but under the circumstances…
“You were asleep, and I made sure you stayed that way.”
“Did you just read my mind?” This was beginning to be a problem. “What do you mean you made sure?”
“I told you that we have gifts. One of mine is to keep people asleep or put them to sleep, and yes, I can read your thoughts.”
I didn’t like the way his grin twisted up.
“But you didn’t know my thoughts in the club.”
“No.”
“What changed?”
“I licked you.”
My skin prickled with a blend of oozing horror and tickling fascination which I wanted to ignore. I squeezed as close to the door as I could get, staring out the window. There was no way I was ever sleeping again in his presence.
Nine hells, he probably knew what I was dreaming.
Mother of God, he knows what I’m thinking right now.
I glanced in his direction, and he smirked but didn’t take his eyes off the road. I had to do something. Anything, but think.
With some impressive contortions, I climbed into the back seat and rummaged in the shopping bags. He’d bought me a PINK sundress with ribbons and flounces, like young girls wear when they go to garden parties or anime cosplayers.It had spaghetti straps. I hadn’t worn a dress since prom. What the hell was he thinking?
“I was thinking you would look nice in that dress.”
“Nice? You want me to look nice for you? Are you kidding me?”
He didn’t turn. I rummaged through the tissue. A tiny pink bolero sweater that matched the dress and shoes with tiny pink crystals on them.
Pink? Everything was pink.
“I like pink,” he said from the front seat.
There was no way I was putting on that dress, even if my clothes were a disaster from being drip-dried. Hell would freeze over first.
“Hell is frozen.”
“What?”
“Hell is frozen. Well, at least the place that most resembles hell in our mythos.”
This had to stop. I pinched myself to stop thinking and then rubbed my arms, concentrating on the discomfort. “What does it take to undo the licking thing?”
“It wears off on its own.”
“Thank God,” I breathed out. I’d have to survive until then.
“Put the dress on. My parents won’t like it if I bring you home disheveled.”
