“I’m not crushing, T, and you make me sound like I’m in middle school.”
Tanya nodded and sent me an over-the-top wink. “Gotcha. You want to bang him, huh? Is he hot? Do you have a picture?”
“Okay, we’re done here. I haveveryimportant mystical things to do now that I’m a first-class demon-hunter.”
“You mean, like, take a shower?” She squinted and scrunched her features into the phone. “Is that a ramen noodle on your shirt?”
“Goodbye, T.”
Tanya waved at the camera. “Good luck not shagging your partner. I want all the details when you do!”
I hit the end button and buried my phone under the pillow.Unbelievable.Could the day get any more embarrassing?
Someone knocked on the door.
Rolling off the bed, I shuffled across the carpet, swiping noodles from my T-shirt as I went. I peered through the peephole then slammed back onto my heels with a loud curse. It was Caden.
The day just got more embarrassing.
“Elle? You know I can hear you through the door, right?”
Cringing like a fool, I swung open the door and leaned against the frame. I plastered what I hoped was an attractive smile on my face, knowing full well there was nothing I could do about my clothes.
Caden had no trouble in that area, however. He was dressed in dark denim, a white T-shirt molded across his broad frame, and one of those worn brown leather jackets I wanted to steal and wear for myself. Zoe had thought he looked good in polyester. Well, she should see him in jeans. It was an experience.
And he smelled freaking amazing! Like he’d walked off an Axe commercial and right into my dorm room. I regretted not showering today.
Slowly, his gaze traveled from my messy bun, past the noodle stain, all the way down to my feet. That was the moment I realized he had dimples. Because of course he did.
“Are you wearing fuzzy black cat slippers?”
My gaze dropped to my feet. The supernatural gods needed to give me a break!
I cleared my throat and met his gaze straight on. “Yes, I am. I wear witchy socks and witchy slippers. You should see me in my pajamas.”
Awkward mic drop.
His eyes did a slow sweep over my body again. The look on his face could have melted all the candles in my closet.
Unfortunately, the heat from mine could have burned down the building.Who says something like that? You should see me in my pajamas . . . Oh. My. God. Kill me now.
“Um, forget I said that. What I meant was, yes, I wear cats on my feet.”Not much better, Elle.“I mean, they’re fuzzy.” His eyebrows rose. I clenched my teeth and forced myself to stop talking about my furry footwear. “Why are you here? Did you get the file?”
“I did. Can I come in?”
With my back to my room, I tried to remember what I’d left out on display. Thankfully, laundry day was yesterday, so there were no pajamas, witchy or otherwise, lying about. My snacks, however, were another story. How many cases of ramen were too many? We were about to find out.
“Sure,” I mumbled. “I distinctly remember saying to call when you got the file, not show up at my dorm, yet here we are.”
Caden shrugged and picked up a heavy-looking duffel bag at his feet. I closed the door behind him and narrowed my eyes on the bag.
“The file is in there?”
“Yeah.” He dropped the bag onto my bed and turned his attention to Loki. The dog spun in a happy circle, thumping his tail clean through the bed frame.
Traitor dog.
“Must be a big file.”
