“So, tell me more about this whole demon thing. Are there really seven different types? Which are the nicest? Do I get to meet any other ones? Is Kasey an incubus too?”
Eros grazed his fingers against the small of my back, leading me through the crowd at The Lounge, and chuckled. “One question at a time.”
Lemon, pine, strawberries, chocolate—I inhaled each tempting scent as we passed the men and women flirting at the bar. Each smell was more mesmerizing than the last, but none compared to cinnamon.
I scooted into the same booth that we had last time and smiled. “I’m just curious.”
Eros slid in next to me and wrapped his arm around my back. “I know.” He placed a kiss on my forehead. “It’s cute.” His lips lingered, and when he finally pulled away his eyes were hazy. “You always smell so
