Page 51 of Hot Girls Date Demons

Just like he'd dropped me off.

In a stretch limousine.

Which honestly shocked me, considering I met him on the train.

Apparently lonely immortal Demons ride public transportation for emotional support.

Who knew?

The truth is I’m scared. There is so much I don’t know about Desmond or what this whole mate thing means.

But I want to find out.

I don’t reply as I get ready to make my rounds.

And honestly, my shift starts the same way it always does.

Patients.

Charting.

Chaos.

A man convinced his toe fungus is a government conspiracy.

Business as usual.

And all day long, I feel Desmond.

Not physically.

Not exactly.

But emotionally.

Warmth.

Love.

Joy.

It's like sitting in sunlight.

Like someone wrapped a blanket around my heart.

Every now and then I stop and smile for absolutely no reason.

Because I can feel him loving me.

Which still sounds insane.

And I still don't fully believe.

How can someone love me after one day?

But the feeling keeps coming.

Steady.