Page 27 of Forbidden! Exorcist Roommate
It was soft. And cozy. And it smelled unmistakably like him.
My cheeks turned warm. I tried not to think about it, but when every breath brought his scent to my nose, it was impossible not to.
“Which do you prefer? His bed, or yours?” Faust asked.
“Dude. It’s been a long day. Can you just let me relax?”
He pouted audibly, but didn’t speak. Thank fuck.
I stared up at the unfamiliar ceiling for a while. Eventually, I got used to the weirdness of it all. But I couldn’t fall asleep as easily as I could in my own bed. Questions raced through my mind.
What was going to happen tomorrow? Was this second exorcism going to work?
And most importantly, where the hell was he sleeping if I was inhisbed?
After an hour of sleeplessness, I gave up. But there was nothing to do in the room. I’d forgotten my phone at home and had no entertainment. If I was in my room, I’d just stare at Demetrius until I got calm and sleepy.
Rooting through Sagitta’s stuff was not an option. Despite what he thought about me, I wasn’t an asshole.
I rolled out of bed and strode towards the door. I wondered if it was locked from the outside. I’d probably warranted it by “escaping” earlier.
Curious, I tested it. I expected the handle to stay rigid, but unexpectedly, it eased under the pressure. The door would open if I pushed any harder.
My brows shot up in surprise. It wasn’t locked. Did Sagitta trust me to stay put even though I’d disobeyed him once already?
“And now you’re going to do it again?” Faust asked. “Not that I’m opposed, mind you. I do love a little mischief.”
My mouth pulled into a grimace. I didn’t want to piss Sagitta off. I just felt trapped and restless, like an animal pacing my enclosure. And speaking of animals, I’d been away from Demetrius all day. I hoped he was all right by himself.
I sighed and rested my forehead against the door.
Suddenly, the door flew open from the opposite side. I stumbled back and caught my footing so I didn’t fall again. Once today was enough. My butt still hurt from when Cygnet body-checked me with a damn sword.
I blinked, shocked to see Sagitta standing there. I imagined he’d retreated somewhere to study, or polish his bow, or do whatever exorcists did in their spare time.
“You opened the door,” Sagitta said curtly.
“I was checking to see if it was locked,” I explained, hoping that sounded as innocent as I meant it. “Were you just... standing on the other side?”
Sagitta’s brow twitched, but he looked exhausted. “Planning another escape attempt?”
“No, dude. Will you listen to me for a sec?”
“I’m listening.”
I frowned. This wasn’t going well.
“Look, I’m sorry for bolting earlier,” I murmured. “I promise I wasn’t trying to run away. I was just trying to find you so we could talk.”
“About?”
I thought it was obvious, but I guess not. “Uh, the room mix-up? This is obviously your bedroom.”
Suddenly, Sagitta looked flustered. “N-no, it’s not. These are the guest quarters.”
I rolled my eyes. “Okay, I know you think I’m dumb, but I’m not that stupid. Your clothes are literally in the dresser, and there’s a notebook with your name on it in the desk.”
“You looked through my drawers?” Sagitta exclaimed.
