“I don’t think we got the chance to introduce ourselves the other night at the diner. My name is Blake Saunders.” He offered his free hand.
Daemon glanced at Blake’s hand before returning his gaze to me. “I know who you are.”
Oh, geez. I twisted toward Blake. “This is Daemon Black.”
His smile faltered. “Yeah, I know who he is, too.”
Laughing under his breath, Daemon straightened. At his full height, he was a good head taller than Blake. “It’s always nice to meet another fan.”
Yeah, Blake had no idea what to say to that.
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Daemon's POV from Obsidian!
And worse yet, she was just the kind of trouble I liked.
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Onyx Moments!
“It’s actually, ‘I howl and I whine, I'm after you.’ And not blah or whatever.”
Startled by the deep voice, I shrieked and whipped around.
My foot slipped on a section of well-cleaned wood and my butt smacked on the floor.
“Holy crap,” I gasped, clutching my chest. “I think I'm having a heart attack.”
“And I think you broke your butt.” Laughter filled daemons voice.
I remained sprawled across the narrow hallway, trying to catch my breath. “What the hell? Do you just walk into peoples houses?”
“And listen to girls absolutely destroy a song in a matter of seconds? Well, yes, I make a habit out of it. Actually, I knocked several times, but I heard your… singing, and your door was unlocked.” He shrugged.” So I just let myself in.”
“I can see that.” I stood, wincing. “Oh, man, maybe I did break my butt.”
“I hope not. I'm kind of partial to your butt.” He flashed a smile. “Your face is pretty red. You sure you didn’t smack that on the way down?”
I groaned. ”I hate you.”
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“You said I could stay.” He faced me, his gaze drifting to the bed. The room suddenly seemed to small, the bed even smaller.
“I didn’t think you meant staying on the couch.” Now I wasn’t even sure what id meant. I sighed. What was I doing?
Crossing the room, he stopped in front of me. “I'm not going to bite.”
“That’s good”
“Unless you want me to,” he added with a devilish grin.
“Nice,” I muttered, side-stepping him. Space was defiantly needed. Not that it did much good, heart pounding, I watched him kick off his shoes and then whip of his shirt. He moved to the button of his jeans. My eyes widened. “What—what are you doing?”
“Getting ready for bed.”
“But you’re getting naked?”
He arched his brow. “I do have boxers on. What? Do you expect me to sleep in my jeans?”
“You did last time.” I felt the need to fan myself.
Daemon laughed. “Actually, I had pajama bottoms on.” and he had a shirt on, but who was keeping track? I could’ve told him to leave, but I turned away, pretending to be engrossed with a book on my desk. Chills shot straight to my core when I heard the bed groan under his weight. Taking a shallow breath, I turned around. He was in bed, arms folded behind his head, an innocent look on his face. “This was a bad idea,” I whispered.
“It was probably the smartest idea you’ve ever had.” I rubbed my palms on my hips. “It’s going to take a lot more than thanksgiving dinner and a Christmas tree to get laid.”
“Damn. There goes my whole plan.”
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This… this was more than okay. And it took me several tried to speak, because my throat was burning with emotion. “I think I might love you.”
Daemons arm tightened around me as he kissed my flushed cheek. “Told you.”
Not what I expected as a response.
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LOL, his blogger releated comments!
“I think reading is sexy.” Daemon smiled at himself.
My brows inched up my forehead. ”Do you now?”
“Oh, yes, and you know what else I think is sexy?” he leaned forward so his entire face filled the picture and nodded his head toward me. “Bloggers like this. Hot.” Rolling my eyes, I smacked his arm.
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