Page 72 of My Demon Neighbor
I stopped myself before I could say something ridiculously sappy, and shook my head. "You're pretty."
He blinked, and his blush intensified, which made me smile.
"Shut up," he mumbled, his eyes flickering away to land on my chest, and I grinned.
"I didn't mean to embarrass you. You are beautiful, though. The most beautiful person I've ever seen."
"I think you might be a little biased."
"So? Doesn't make you any less pretty."
"Stop calling me pretty!" he whined, making me laugh.
"What should I call you then?"
"Literally anything else would be better," he grumbled, and of course, I took that as a challenge.
"Mesmerizing?"
"No."
"Exquisite?"
"No!"
"Ravishing?"
"Ugh,no."
"Pulchritudinous?"
Codie gave me a look so full of disbelief that I laughed. "Is that even a word?"
"It sure is. You can look it up."
Shaking his head, he pointed his index finger at me. "You can call me Codie, and that's it."
"Oh. So you didn't like it when I called you 'sweetheart?'" I asked, andhe scowled.
"Okay, Codie and sweetheart, but that's it."
"What about 'my mate?'" I teased, and he narrowed his eyes at me. I was glad to see him being playful, especially after the day we'd had. Maybe if he went to sleep with a relaxed mind, he wouldn't be troubled by nightmares tonight.
"Hella, you need to smack some sense into your demon," Codie grumbled, and because Hella loved him, she instantly woke up and pounced on top of me.
"Oh fuck," I growled as she attacked my face, licking all over as Codie laughed and laughed. But even the dog drool couldn't take away from my joy at hearing that delightful sound.
Codie
I nuzzled Pythor's chest as my brain came back online, the chirp of birds and warmth on my back alerting me it was morning. How late in the morning, I didn't really care to find out.
I knew we needed to get up and start our day, but I was far too relaxed and at peace to bother moving.
Yesterday felt like a dream, and while I hadn't had any nightmares last night, the images from yesterday were fresh in my mind. Pythor had been so... so strong, so deadly as he punished the men who'd hurt me. It made me wonder if that was how he'd been as a torturer of the Underworld. I much preferred my Pythor, but I'd seen glimpses of his other side yesterday, and I had to admit I'd liked what I'd seen.
Tilting my head up, I pressed a kiss against his neck, then another, sucking in a sliver of his skin before biting down on it. He'd told me he couldn't feel pain unless the person hurting him was a dark soul or using dark magic, but he must still feel something because he woke up with a grunt.
"Codie?"
