Page 13 of The Nephilim's Touch
His eyes flash with something I can’t catch, and his face goes stormy. “Someone hurt you, didn’t they?”
“Let’s move on.”
“I’m not saying it’s bad to be an exclusive top. Just think you’re missing out is all. Perhaps I can show you what it’s like when your partner wants you to get off, too.”
“I didn’t say I was interested.” But I am. Especially if it’s this sexy demon offering to teach me.
“That’s fine. You gotta get used to the idea.” He winks and pushes back to his feet.
My mouth goes dry. It’s not that I never want to bottom again, I just haven’t trusted anyone since those first few times. I’ve always been interested in bottoming with someone that knows what they’re doing and not some bumbling teenager taking what they can get.
Despite implying I have regular hook ups, I don’t actually sleep around. I like being exclusive with my partner and it’s been years since I’ve dated anyone.
The last was Cassandra. She cheated on me, and it was because of her hang up. She was too uncomfortable with me being femme-ish, but I don’t apologize for being me. If I want towear bows in my hair or on my shoes, I will. If I want to paint my nails and wear bracelets, I will. If I want to wear makeup, I will. But it was the height difference that did us in.
She was six foot two to my five foot eight. I never had a problem with it. She was gorgeous and had the best personality. Ando.m.g.the sex was fire. At least, I thought it was. I never understood why she made the choice to cheat on me in my own damn apartment. Why bring a guy back to your boyfriend’s place? She cried when we broke it off. Even apologized. I wished her well, and we parted ways.
“Gabe?” Van startles me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah?”
“You okay?” His tail lifts and hesitates before moving toward me to land on my shoulder.
“Fine,” I whisper. “I’m fine.” Though my mind keeps trying to go back to that dark place that I’m not worthy of having a partner that loves me the way I am.
“You really don’t look fine.” Van’s tail tips my chin up. Concern fills his eyes, and I have to wonder why everyone calls him selfish.
6
VAN
This sweet angelis upset and I don’t know what to do. If it were Wicky or Pike or even Lark, I’d crack a joke and get them laughing, but I don’t know Gabe enough. I don’t exactly want to offend or piss him off, either.
“So, what do you do around here for fun?” I ask instead. If he’s off for the night, we can entertain ourselves somehow. Despite my sad attempts at flirting with him, my body isn’t exactly in the best shape for sex.
“I’m not sure you should be doing too many fun things just yet. You might be recovering from a concussion.” His big soul searching eyes look up at me.
“I don’t think demons get concussions?”
“Isn’t your healing connected to your magic?” His eyes drop to my chest, which annoyingly is oozing… something through the shirt. Gross.
I let out a dramatic sigh. “It is.”
“Then maybe we shouldn’t do anythingtoofun. Maybe watch something on TV?”
“No, thank you. Sounds boring.”
“What about this?” Gabe starts. “You be a good patient for another day, and I’ll take you on an adventure.”
That perks me up. “What kind of adventure?”
“One you can’t even imagine.”
“Okay, I’ll hold you to it. I want you to blow my mind.”
“Promise.” He grins so brightly I can’t help my own smile.
Two hours later and I’m glaring at Gabe as he hums to himself. He’s been trying to teach me how to knit a basic scarf, but it doesn’t make sense to me and I’m pretty sure my hands are too big for the craft.
