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Like no big deal.I'll need to eventually stick a straw through you like a Capri Sun but not until later.It's fine. I'm fine. We're all fucking fine. "Does it have to be from me?"
He nods slowly, struggling to stay where he is.
"And if you don't get it?"
"I can't remain on earth."
"So you'd go back to where you came from then?"
He shuffles in place. "I don't think I will go anywhere. I'm not fully sure. No way would my father just let me return home without stipulation."
"This is too much." I press back into the counter. "There's a demon in my family's beach house saying I'm his mate and he needs to drink my blood to live. What the hell was in that wine I drank last night?"
His forehead wrinkles."You don't live here anymore?"
If only. "Psh, as if I could afford the property taxes on this place. I live in an apartment in bum fuck Missouri."
"Missouri? Why did you move?"
"I didn't. I've lived there my whole life. Always wanted to leave but never got the chance." Are we actually talking to each other the way two people on a date would?
"How old are you?"
"I thought you knew me?"
He scoffs and I laugh. "Twenty-nine."
"A little younger than last time."
"Look buddy, there is no last time. I hate how I have to keep repeating myself. I'm sure Albert was great and all but I'm not him."
"If you say so." Him crossing his arms causes the apron to bunch in the middle, exposing a little more of him than before.
"I know so. So how much blood are we talking here? Like a pint? A thimble? The amount you’d use as a condiment on your hot dog or sandwich?"
He laughs, shaking his head… in disbelief? Surprise? Perhaps a little of both? "We don't have to discuss that now."
"Did you really come from hell?"
"Yup." He holds my stare.
"I bet it's warm there." I shiver a little, wrapping my arms around myself. "Do all the other demons there look like you too?"
"I’m actually the only one who looks like me. I never really fit in there. I stood out amongst my family and friends. Probably too much."
"Something tells me you'll stand out more here."
"Maybe just a bit." His lips tilt. "Should we eat now? You still like tacos, right?"
I huff out a breath. "Who doesn't like tacos?"
Smiling, he leans a little to the left. "There's always someone."
"I can promise you it's not me."
"Good. What other foods do you like these days? I want to know what to cook for you for lunch and dinner."
Yup. We've officially entered the getting to know you stage, and his nipples poking out a little at the top of the apron have me feeling like he's already coming upstairs for a nightcap.
