I cracked open Daemon’s bedroom door and slipped through. My gaze went straight to the bed and I couldn’t have stopped the flutter in my chest if I wanted to.
Daemon was sprawled on his back, one arm stretched across the space beside him and the other rested across his bare stomach. Sheets were twisted around his narrow hips. His face was almost angelic in sleep, chiseled lines softened and lips relaxed. Thick lashes fanned the top of his cheeks.
He looked so much younger at rest but, in a weird way, he was even more out of my league. His kind of masculine beauty was otherworldly and intimidating. Something that existed in between the pages of the books I read.
Sometimes I had a hard time convincing myself he was real.
I tiptoed over to him and sat on the edge of the bed, unable to pull my eyes away. I didn’t want to wake him. So I sat there like a total creeper, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. I wondered if I had dreamt him last night or if he had stopped in to check on me. The fluttering was back and I could almost forget the punch of anxiety of last night. Almost but not—
Daemon rolled suddenly, snaking an arm around my waist and pulling me down beside him. He kept moving, burying his face in my neck. “Good morning,” he murmured.
A smile swept across my face as I placed a hand on his shoulder. His skin was hot. “Morning.”
He threw a leg over mine and snuggled closer. “Where’s my bacon and eggs?”
“I thought you were offering to make them.”
“You mistook what I said. Get to the kitchen, woman.”
“Whatever.” I rolled onto my side, facing him. He lifted his head, kissed my nose, and then buried his face in the pillow. I laughed.
“It’s too early,” he grumbled.
“It’s almost ten o’clock.”
“Too early.”
A stone settled in my stomach. I bit down on my lip, unsure of what I should say.
He lazily dropped an arm over my hip and turned his head so I could see his face. “You didn’t respond last night.”
So we were going to go there. “I fell asleep and I…figured you were busy.”
A brow arched. “I wasn’t busy.”
“I stopped over last night to see you, and I waited for a little while.” I fiddled with the edge of the sheet, twisting it around my fingers. “You stayed out late.”
One eye opened. “So you did get my text and had time to respond.”
I’d walked right into that one.
Daemon sighed. “Why did you ignore me, Kitten? My feelings are hurt.”
“I’m sure Ash soothed them for you.” The moment those words left my mouth, I wanted to smack myself.
Both eyes were open now, and then he did something that surprised and ticked me off: he smiled that really big one. “You’re jealous.”
To me, the way he said it made it sound like a good thing. I started to sit up, but his arm kept me down. “I’m not jealous.”
“Kitten…”
I rolled my eyes and then a bad, bad case of verbal diarrhea occurred. “I was worried about the Elder being here, and we were supposed to talk last night. You never showed up. Instead you went out with Andrew, Dee, and Ash. Ash, as in the ex-girlfriend Ash, and how do I find out? Your brother. And how did those seating arrangements work out? Did Dee and Andrew sit on one side and you and Ash on the other? I bet that was real comfy.”
“Kitten…”
“Don’t Kitten me.” I scowled, on a roll now. “You left around five or so and didn’t get back till when? Past two in the morning? What were you guys doing? And get that stupid smile off your face. This isn’t funny.”
Daemon tried to get rid of the smile but failed. “I love when your claws come out.”
“Oh, shut up.” Disgusted, I pushed at his arm. “Let me go. You can call up Ash and see if she’ll make you some eggs and bacon. I’m out of here.”
Instead of letting me go, he shifted atop me, holding himself up with his hands planted on either side of my shoulders. Now he was grinning—that infuriating, cocky grin of his. “I just want to hear you say it: I’m jealous.”
“I already said it, butt-face. I’m jealous. Why wouldn’t I be?”
He cocked his head to the side. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because I never wanted Ash, and I wanted you from the first moment I saw you—and before you get started, I know I had a bad way of showing it, but you know I wanted you. Only you. You’re insane to be jealous.”
“I am?” I fought back angry tears. “You guys were together.”
“Were together.”
“She probably still wants you.”
“I don’t want her, so it doesn’t matter.”
It mattered to me. “She’s model beautiful.”
“And you’re more beautiful.”
“Don’t try to sweet-talk me.”
“I’m not,” he said.
Staring over his shoulder, I bit my lip. “You know, at first I thought I kind of deserved last night. Now I know how you felt when I went out with Blake. Like karma was schooling me, but it’s not the same. You and I weren’t together then and Blake and I didn’t have that kind of history.”
He took a deep breath. “You’re right; it’s not the same thing. I didn’t go out with Ash on a date. Andrew stopped by and we got to talking about Ethan. Andrew was hungry, so we decided to get something to eat. Dee tagged along and Ash was there, because you know, she’s his sister.”