The Demon Mate
says Bennet.
"Thanks," I say with a blush.
"Does it hurt when you do?" asks Bennet.
"Not really," I answer, "unless I separate it from my back."
"Separate? As in it comes off?" asks Bennet, his eyes widening.
"Yeah," I answer.
"I kinda want to see that," says Bennet, "along with other things."
"Like what?" I ask as I smile a little.
Bennet perks up, and then looks around to see if anybody's close enough to listen. Checking there's not, he leans forward, and I notice his eyes are a little red. No, they are. Not blue at all.
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