Page 17 of Hot Girls Date Demons

Because I am an ER nurse.

And nurses are apparently born with some sort of broken self-preservation gene.

Then something miraculous happens.

He stirs.

Those strange, glittering black eyes open.

And lock onto mine.

For a second, I forget how to breathe.

Again.

I really need to stop doing that around this man.

His gaze softens immediately.

Like seeing me eases something inside him.

“I'm sorry I frightened you, Myrrin,” he murmurs.

His voice.

Sweet baby Jesus.

Deep.

Smooth.

Like melted sin poured over velvet.

Then he stands.

Taking me with him.

One second I'm sitting.

The next?

I'm airborne.

I stumble with a startled yelp.

Which somehow results in him catching me.

Actually catching me.

His huge hands slide beneath my thighs, hoisting me up and supporting me.

He just picked me up.

Picked.

Me.

Up.