I’m a witch?”
Demon turned away from her.
“That’s what I thought,” she said.
“He would still have cared, but he might have handled it differently.”
“Demon, like you said earlier, you don’t know much about me. I came here, ran away from home truth be told, to get away from my ex fiancé. And do you want to know why? Because I walked in on him fucking our receptionist.”
Demon stared at her, “Fuck,” he said and then sat down on a patch of grass and Sidney sat beside him.
“Fuck indeed,” she sat down beside him.
The silence grew between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, there just wasn’t anything that could be said about the situation.
After a while he grinned over at her and bumped his shoulder to hers, “Tonight’s the first night I’ve heard you say anything worse than ‘oh darn’. That’s two ‘fucks’ tonight.”
“I just walked in on my boyfriend – “
“Ex,” he interrupted.
“Fine, I just walked in on my EX boyfriend pounding my sister from behind. I think I’ve earned a good fuck or two.” She realized what she’d said as soon as it came out of her mouth.
Demon looked at her and held his hands up, “I’m not touching that.”
She burst out laughing. How was he able to make her laugh even when she felt like crap?
“Where is your ghost anyway, have you gotten good at ignoring her or did you figure out how to get rid of her?”
He shrugged, “After we rescued Red she had a hissy fit because we didn’t go after Frederick and I haven’t seen her since. Maybe she found the light and got sucked into it.”
“One can hope,” Sidney said.
“One can hope,” he echoed.
The silence stretched between them again after that, but it was a good silence. She sat looking out over the place she’d decided to make her new life and thought about all of the mistakes she’d made so far, all of the new things she’d learned, all of the things that had happened in such a short time. It really was hard to believe that when she’d gotten there she’d just been Sidney Sanderson, vet at large, a girl trying to outrun her past. And now she was… she was… what? She was a witch. Yeah maybe, but a sucky one. A werewolf biker’s ex-girlfriend, most definitely ex. She was tired. That’s what she was most of all. Tired.
“Thank you Demon,” she said quietly.
“For what?”
“For just being here, just for being with me now.” She reached over and took his hands, the energy that jumped between them was no longer a shock, but expected. “You know when I first met you I thought you were an asshole.”
“I am an asshole,” he nonchalantly threw a rock he’d been toying with over the edge of the cliff.
“You haven’t been an asshole to me. In fact, you’ve been just about the best friend I’ve ever had,” she looked over at him and their eyes met, their connection alive and electric between them.
His lips were sculpted and perfect and she wanted to feel them on hers again, if nothing more for the comfort of it. She knew that for a lie as soon as she thought it, she wanted to kiss him again because when their lips had touched it had been like nothing she’d ever felt before. Her breathing became shallow in anticipation and she leaned over. Very lightly her slightly opened lips touched his and it was just like she remembered, everything inside her body came alive. She moved closer to deepen their kiss and her tongue darted out, tasting him, wanting more.
His hand came between them and he placed it gently on her shoulder and pushed her away.
“Not tonight Sidney, not like this,” he said softly, his face inches from hers.
“Why not? I want you Demon,” she was still breathless and wanting and she tried to close the distance between them but he pulled back.
“No, tonight you want Red. You want to get back at him and I’m the closest weapon. But one day Sidney, you will want me, I can promise you that.”
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