Page 30 of Hot Girls Date Demons

“You smell like sunshine and sweet wildflowers and home.”

And then he rests his forehead against mine.

“And you are mine.”

The possessiveness should scare me.

Instead, warmth spreads through my chest.

Because somehow, impossibly, I know he doesn't mean ownership.

He means belonging.

Together.

Neither of us alone.

Not anymore.

“Why me?” I whisper.

His beautiful dark eyes soften.

“Because the Fates finally showed mercy and brought you to me.”

And that absolutely wrecks me.

Because I can see it.

I can see his loneliness.

I can feel the anguish he felt all those years of waiting.

All that time, believing no one would ever choose him either.

And I know we're both broken in different ways.

We're both lonely.

But somehow—by the Fates like he says, or just dumb luck—we found each other.

And that has to count for something.

Because if years working as an ER nurse have taught me anything, it’s that there are no guarantees in life.

And if this is my one chance to feel something like this with someone—even if he is a Demon—then, maybe I should take it?

“This is crazy,” I whisper.

“Yes.”

“I should probably be running.”

“Probably.”

“But I'm not.”

His chest rumbles beneath my hand.