Page 72 of Hot Girls Date Demons

Three words.

Three simple words.

Yet after three hundred years, nothing has ever felt so good.

Or important.

In fact, no one has ever spoken those words to me.

Not like this.

Not with such tenderness.

Not while looking at me as though I am something precious.

My eyes burn.

“Say it again.”

She smiles through her tears.

“I love you, Desmond.”

I close my eyes.

Magic swirls around us.

My emotions simply overflow.

The lamps brighten.

The curtains stir without wind.

Tiny sparks of silver light drift through the room like stars.

Josie gasps softly.

And I smile.

“See?”

Her eyes widen in wonder.

“See what?”

“Even my magic believes you.”

I open my eyes.

And after three hundred years of loneliness⁠—

For the first time in my existence⁠—

I finally understand what every poet, every dreamer, every hopeless romantic was trying to say.

Love at first sight isn't impossible.

It happens every day.