Page 67 of Forbidden! Exorcist Roommate
That was a surprise. Most of society didn’t believe in demons or supernatural entities. But her belief in Chase’s unusual tale spoke of her belief inhim.Somehow that eased my nerves about Chase breaching confidentiality.
“All right. What’s the second update?” I asked.
Chase snorted, more chipper now. “You’re not gonna believe this. I’ve got some new info on our demon, Faust.”
“Don’t call himourdemon,” I grumbled. “What did you learn?”
Chase cleared his throat and declared, “He’s asexual.”
The statement took me so off guard that I nearly dropped the package of noodles on the floor.
“You’re joking,” I said dryly.
“Nope.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Thenhemust be joking.”
“Dead serious,” Chase confirmed. “That’s why he went AWOL at the sex toy store and only reappeared the next day. Besides, I can usually tell when he’s joking around and when he’s not. He was definitely serious about his sexuality.”
I stared at him silently for a few more seconds before lowering the noodles into the pan. I could barely process the concept of an asexual demon. Wasn’t that like a dog that refused steak, or a rabbit that turned its nose up at carrots?
“Okay. I don’t know what to do with this information,” I admitted.
He shot me an easygoing grin. “Me neither, but I know you’ll figure something out.”
Chase’s faith made my chest clench. He wasn’t angry at my failure. And he still believed in me.
I felt like I didn’t deserve his faith. Like I didn’t deservehim.
Suddenly, an idea sprang to my mind, clearing the fog of doubt like a holy arrow piercing the darkness.
Could that really work...?
My gaze snapped to Chase. He dutifully watched the wok, stirring it once in a while so it didn’t burn, oblivious to what I was about to suggest.
“Chase,” I said.
“Yeah?” he replied, still peering into the wok.
“If what the demon says is true, and he’s kept at bay by sexual topics and situations...”
He lifted his head to face me.
My heart beat wildly. I forced past my embarrassment to spit out the next words.
“What if we had sex?” I suggested.
His face turned pink, and it wasn’t from the steam.
“Oh. Um. I didn’t think about that,” he stammered. “But wait. What about the time on the couch...?”
“We were intimate, sure. But did it count as sex?”
“I’m not sure,” Chase said, flustered. His lashes brushed his cheek as he glanced down, then back at me. “Like, I know sex means different things to everyone. Maybe he doesn’t count handjobs.”
My whole body grew hot from the inside out. I was barely used to discussing my emotions out loud, let alone sex.
“It meant something to me,” I admitted, hoping my face didn’t look as flushed as I felt. “But perhaps the demon has a different definition.”
