Page 27 of The Nephilim's Touch
“Yep.” Another shovel of food before he speaks again. “He really missed you. And fuck these eggs are so good. Thanks for making the toast. It’s perfectly toasted.”
I snort into a spoon of eggs. “Don’t make fun.”
“I’m not. I’m picky about my toast. There’s a fine fine balance to get it perfect. And this—” He lifts his half-eaten piece. “Is perfect.”
“I’m happy to be of service.” I tip my head. He’s so easy to talk to and I don’t feel like an idiot. That’s so damn rare these days. “Speaking of. When would you like to start magic lessons?”
“You were serious?”
“Deadly serious. I hate the idea of you learning magic from humans.”
“The witches that run Hex are all human,” he says, and uses his piece of toast to point at me.
“Yes, but a born witch human is completely different than learning from randos on the internet. You have to realize that.”
“I do.” Gabe grins, and that halo’s back. “I’m just being silly. Of course, I’d rather have magic lessons with a sexy demon.But it’s going to be hard to break old habits.” He nods his head solemnly.
“I’m sure I can instill some good habits into you. Maybe use fun incentives.”
“I do like incentives.” Gabe licks his butter slick lips and my cock perks right up. “I would like to read a bit today, though. I got a new book at The Magic Shop I still haven’t gotten to look at. So, I want to take some time to read before heading to work.”
“What’s the book about?” I search my memory for the last book I read and come up blank.
“How to be a nephilim. There’s probably magic inside too, so it could go hand in hand with your lessons.” He reaches for the book, but frowns before picking it up. “Should probably wash my hands again first.”
We wash up the dishes when we’re done eating, and he shoos me off to shower. I clean up quickly so I don’t take up all the rest of his hot water, then slip into fresh clothes.
I’m putting away the now dry dishes when he joins me in the kitchen dressed in a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and a black t-shirt.
I lean against the counter and watch him pick up the book and flip through it.
“I should probably do your laundry,” I say.
“If you want, I won’t stop you. But you don’t have to.”
“You want to read.” I wave at the book. “And if I’m here, I’ll get rowdy wanting to make out or something so this way you can have peace and clean clothes.”
“And people call you selfish. I don’t think they know you at all.” Gabe snaps the book closed and looks up at me. I get lost in those brown eyes of his.
“They know me. I just think you’re cute and want to stay on your good side.”
He sticks his tongue out and scrunches his face at the same time. “There’s more to it than that, but I’ll let you get away with it for now.”
I want to run my hands through his wet hair and pull him in for a kiss, but I never should have kissed him last night. We never should have?—
“Stop that.” Gabe says. “What ever’s going on with your face, you’re thinking too much.”
“Thinking about that dreamy cabbage soup,” I lie, just to see him crack a smile.
He snorts as he waves his book at me. “With your permission?—”
“It’s your apartment. I’m just freeloading.”
Another snort. “You’re not freeloading. You’re doing chores, paying for some food, and helping out.”
“It’s not enough for your generosity.”
“You did also suck the life out of me from my dick last night. So…” There’s a playful sparkle in his eyes. He plops into the couch and spreads out. “Anyway, I’m gonna read for a bit. The laundromat is behind the building. My laundry card is in my wallet on my dresser.” He waves towards his bedroom as he cracks open the book again, eyes already glued to the pages. “But you don’thaveto do anything. You need to rest, too.”
