After not making eye contact with anyone for the rest of the bus ride—thinking that if I did, they’d know what just happened—Eros and I headed back home. I lit the vanilla candle on my side-table and peeled back the curtains so we could see the city lights in the dark.
Eros laid on the side on my bed, head propped up on his hand. “Did you enjoy that?”
I gave him a half-smile, still feeling weak. Sinning with him had me more excited than it should have. Every day Hell was becoming more tempting.
“Tell me more about what it’s like to be an incubus,” I said sitting on the bed next to him.
“What do you want to know?”
I wanted to know everything—more about the Kingdom of Lust, more about the path to Hell, more about sinning. But, instead, I said, “How many lovers have you had?” And I nearl
