Love?! Was it so easy to feel so strongly about someone?Desmond had professed his love for me faster than a teenage boy experiencing attraction for the first time.“Why are you looking at me as though I've told you something about death, not love?” He snapped his fingers to get my attention.I removed his hand from my waist and sat up. Bewilderment had fogged my brain and clogged my decision-making ability. How could he not see what was wrong with it?His soft lips brushed against my shoulder and neck, sending tingles down my body. “What is it, my love? Why are you behaving like this?”“Why am I acting like this?” I reached for the blanket and covered my exposed chest. “You can’t be in love with me. It’s too early.”“How is it early? It’s not for me,” he said.“Well, I don’t know how it works in the spirit world, but it is early as per human standards.”Desmond grinned. “Why are you humans so afraid of love? Feelings can’t be calculated, forced, or delayed. It's different if you for
Desmond’s definition of love was so profound and beautiful. His concern for me struck a chord in my heart. Our chemistry was off the charts, and I was uncontrollably drawn to him. He had taken the role of my rock and my savior. However, the feeling of love wasn’t mutual.“I, uh, I.” Words got stuck in my mouth. His eyes, beaming with affection, were gazing at me like I was the most precious thing in the world. It was tough to decline such a handsome face and watch its joyful radiance fade.“Desmond, you’re the sweetest, but I can’t say the same to you.”“I never asked you. Feelings can’t be forced, delayed, or calculated. My purpose in confessing was to assure you that there is no need to fear me or confine your requests to our contract. I am willing to use my abilities for whatever you need.”The warmth of his words surged through my body, producing a sense of calm and intimacy. I embraced him like an impulse. “Thank you. Thank you for showing me a light at the end of a tunnel. Becau
My sluggish brain was barely aware of its surroundings and the time. Where would it find the energy to deal with Madame Long's lunacy? Her monstrous appearance had already given me a heart attack, and I couldn't endure more.I moved my eyes around the room in search of answers. Sunlight pouring through the gaps in the hut's door hinted at morning. And the camp, which was brown-colored, looked like Elaine's friend's hut.My curious gaze stopped at Madame Long's face, which was still stretched into an unsettling grin. Her serial killer eyes were staring into my soul. I wanted to scream for help but stopped upon remembering what she had said about Desmond."Wait, what!" How do you know that I spent the night with him?"The size of Madame Long's grin shrank. "Lucky guess. Thank you for confirming it, little duckling.""Young passion hits differently. I remember once such a sizzling affair from my younger years." Her tongue circled her lips lecherously while she was taking a trip down memor
My internal fears had manifested into reality. Evil had struck again. It constantly sought opportunities to hurt us, and I presented one to it on a silver platter. It was a bad idea to leave them alone, knowing that Desmond could follow me. With us not there, they were practically unguarded.“Oh, no. Did it hurt you? Where is Mom?” The overwhelming fear of the worst made my chest ache. “We’re fine physically. I just can’t handle the noises anymore…,” Mia’s voice quavered as she sobbed. “Mia, please tell me how it happened and what it is doing now!” My hand gripping the phone was trembling. It was difficult to make sense of the situation with unfinished sentences that provided little information. Mia’s silence was killing me. She was in a lot of distress and probably bawling her eyes out. It made me feel so guilty and helpless. I wanted to be there to hug and comfort her. “What happened?” Elaine asked from the seat next to me.“I don’t know for sure. Mia is having a tough time expl
We had crossed the hustle and bustle of the city and were about to enter my suburban hometown, Wneebeach Springs. With my head leaned against the window, I watched the houses pass by me like a fade while lost in thought. My thoughts were predominantly about Desmond. The exhilaration of seeing him soon with my family made me feel like some love-struck teenage girl from a movie.My brain replayed our passionate love-making session next to the campfire. A broad smile almost touched my ears when I thought about the loving words he had said to me.Dad was the one who made us feel safe. The cruel world didn’t seem so scary when he was looking after us. After his passing, Desmond was the first and only man who had promised to protect me and my family. For a moment, I forgot that it all started with a contract. Desmond didn’t care about the contract, so why should I? Although it might be too soon to fall in love, Desmond's protectiveness was already warming my heart. In my previous romantic
I wanted to crawl into a hole and hide there. On Desmond’s expressionless face, I swear, I could sense some irritability and disappointment. His eyes were still on Elaine, trying to figure out if she was a threat or not.The tension between the two was so evident that even Mom had gone silent. It wouldn’t have been this bad if Madame Long hadn’t further ruined the reputation of white witches in my incubus’s eyes. Out of the blue, Desmond’s face eased into a warm expression, and he extended a friendly hand toward Elaine. Elaine’s hand was visibly trembling as she shook his hand.“Dinner time!” Mom announced. “Let’s all gather at the dining table and continue to chat. Mr Demetri, I have a lot to talk to you.”Oh no, my presence had helped Mom feel comfortable, and now she was all set to interrogate Desmond over dinner.“No, Mom. I think Mr Demetri has better things to do than join us for our family dinner. Besides, you must not have had time to cook during today’s traumatic events. We
Electronic gadgets and spirits are an odd combination.Mom had asked Desmond for his phone number, and even though I hadn’t talked to him about it, I could tell he lacked one.He moved around his vegetables with a spoon while his eyes tracked the movements of it. I could tell he was trying hard to find an appropriate excuse to give Mom.“Mom, let him eat in peace first. It’s only appropriate to ask for such things after a guest has eaten. Besides, why do you need to have his number on your phone? I’ll call him if we ever need to,” I said. “Silly me.” Mom giggled. “Of course, you would have his number. Send it to me right away, dear. I am becoming so forgetful nowadays.”“Uh.” I looked around for help, but no one would make eye contact with me, not even my incubus. “Mom, I think it’s not fair for us all to call him. He must have plenty of other clients. It’s enough for one person from our house to have his number.”A storm of anger replaced Mom’s giggly expression. “Then I guess I sho
Although Desmond was the one in the basement, my heart was pounding like I was the one who had gone there to investigate the noise. My eyes were glued to the basement door, and the uneasiness was getting to me.I shifted my weight from one foot to another, incessantly tugging my sleeve. Some time had elapsed, and Desmond was still inside. My incubus had always worked fast and with so much confidence in his abilities that he was sneering the first time he saved me from a demon in the basement. Then why did he look a bit worried this time? Was he alright?My chest muscles tightened at the thought of him getting hurt. He had saved me multiple times, and maybe now he needed me.“It’s been quite a while. Someone needs to go down there and check on him. I’ll go,” I announced. “Are you out of your mind?” yelled Mom, almost ramming into me. “If the devils in our basement have trapped a demonologist, then you are nothing but a fly for them. Why do you want to have yourself killed, Cassidy? Why