Page 31 of Fear the Fall

“I don’t give two fucks, T. They abandoned us here to make do in our new circumstances. If we join forces with a group of mortals to rid the world of demons, what are they going to do about it?”

“End us and your human friends?”

“Then I guess you get to leave Earth sooner than you thought.”

I scoot to the end of the bed, coming to sit up on my knees. Running my hand down Zeke’s arm, I lean in and say, “I was just starting to like my circumstances.”

His lip quirks into a sexy-as-sin smirk. “Is that so?”

I nod my head, smiling flirtatiously up into Zeke’s big blue eyes that match the color of my own. “In fact, I think we could find something to do to tip the scales even more in Earth’s favor.”

His brow quirks. “Do tell.”

I place a kiss on his lips, lean into his right ear, and whisper some salacious ideas. Zeke doesn’t waste another second, lowering me to the bed and trailing his kisses south. Right where I want him.

An hour later, we’re dressing and heading downstairs to set up a makeshift training facility. If we’re going to get Blaine’s crew involved, we need to determine just what they’re capable of. They know about demons and it’s time they learn that there are other supernatural beings roaming Earth. Only then can they have any hope of being useful in the coming fight. That’s a conversation for another day. Getting prepared is the current goal.

“I’m starving,” Zeke says, after what’s likely been four hours of back-breaking labor, trying to get this place in shape. “Wanna go grab dinner?”

“Not exactly. Why don’t we do a night in?” I waggle my brows suggestively.

“What, pray tell, do you have in mind?”

I saunter toward him, swaying my hips suggestively, hoping to send the signal that all I want is him. All of him. My hands go to his shoulder and I lean up on my tiptoes, pressing my mouth against his. He moans into my lips, grabbing me by the hips and pulling me flush against him.

“You’re playing a dangerous game. We may never eat.”

I chuckle. “I’d be okay with that.”

“Me too.” He places a chaste kiss on my lips and looks down at me. “I wanted to take you somewhere nice. On a date.”

“Zeke,” I warn. “Physical only. I told you no relationships, and dates equal more. I just want this.”

“It’s just food, Tori. It doesn’t have to be anything more.”

He says the words, but the tone of his voice and the way his jaw is working give him away. He’s angling for more, no matter what our agreement was. I should’ve known he’d never truly settle.

“You don’t mean that. You never intended to stop pushing, did you?”

“Friends eat together, Tori. Stop making it more than it is.”

I sigh. “Food? Yes. Dinner date? No. Okay?”

He hugs me before stepping back. “Pizza work?”

“Pizza would be perfect.” I smile. “You go to town and grab that, while I shower and pick out a movie.”

“Who said anything about a movie?” He guffaws, trying and failing to muster the appearance of being alarmed by the thought.

“It’s just a movie, Zeke. Friends watch movies.”

He smirks. “Whatever you say, English.”

I want to push my assurance that watching a movie is innocent, but instead, I drop the conversation for now.

“Nothing too girly, please.”

“Don’t worry, big guy. I won’t pick some sappy romance.” I roll my eyes.

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