Page 48 of Hot Girls Date Demons

Josie

Okay, so I'm dating a Demon.

In a relationship with a Demon?

Married to a Demon?

Claimed by a Demon—wait, isn’t that a book or a song or something?

Anyway, I have no idea what my current relationship status is.

How does one even update their social media to reflect such a change?

In a relationship with:

□ Single

□ Married

□ It's Complicated

□ Demon

Yeah.

It's Complicated seems to fit.

I'm sitting in the hospital locker room staring at my phone when I really should be changing into my scrubs.

The little bite mark on my neck is hidden beneath concealer and my hair.

Mostly.

Okay, maybe not mostly.

Maybe I spent twenty minutes staring at it this morning.

Because somehow seeing it made this whole insane experience feel real.

Desmond says I don't have to work anymore.

Which is absolutely ridiculous.

I've always worked.

Working is what I do.

It's who I am.

But… for the first time in my life, possibilities exist.

Real possibilities.

Maybe work fewer shifts.

Maybe I could go back to school.

Maybe volunteer more.