-“Maybe one day I can be just as lazy as you are and turn off the lights without moving.”
“That’s something to aspire to.”
-"Your mail could've waited." Daemon followed me into the kitchen. "What is it? Just books?"
Grabbing the OJ from the fridge, I sighed. People who didn't heart books didn't understand. "Yeah, it was just books."
-He nodded and smiled angelically for the camera, but his eyes stirred with amusement. Yep, this was a bad idea.
“I think reading is sexy.” Daemon smiled at himself.
My brows inched up my forehead. “Do you now?”
“Oh, yes, and do you know what else I think is sexy?” He leaned forward so his entire face filled the picture and nodded his head toward me. “Bloggers like this. Hot.”
-He handed me each book, unable to refrain from making a comment and taking my whole recording hostage. Like, “This guy looks stupid,” or “What’s the obsession with fallen angels?” And my favorite was when he held the book in front of my face and said, “This reaper dude sounds like my kind of guy. He gets to kill people for a living.”
-With him standing over me, his eyes such a stark contrast with the darkness, he looked like something straight out of my dreams…or the books I read.
-He glared Blake into submission. "I think I can help her with this."
Sitting on the arm of the couch, Blake waved his hand. "Sure. Whatever. She's all yours."
Daemon grinned. "That she is."
- “You want this as badly as you want to go to ALA this winter.”
Now my jaw was on the floor. “You don’t even know what ALA is!”
“American Library Association midwinter event,” he said, grinning proudly. “Saw you obsessing over it on your blog before you got sick. I’m pretty sure you said you’d give up your firstborn child to go.”
Yeah, I kind of did say that.
-Whoa. It was hard to stick to my resolve of not caving to the ridiculous notion of us being together when he was actually...nice, and when he stared at me like I was the last piece of chocolate in the whole world.
-"It's why you suddenly like me."
"I'm pretty sure I liked you before this, Kitten."
"Well you had one hell of a way of showing it."
"True," he admitted. "And I've already said I'm sorry for the way I treated you." He took a fortifying breath. "I always liked you. From the moment you first flipped me off."
-“Somehow, I believe you.”
“If you didn’t, I could always give you a teaser.” He paused, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “You bookish people love teasers, don’t you?”
I laughed, “You’ve been doing your research on my blog.”
“Maybe,” he replied. “Like I said, I've got to keep an eye on you, Kitten.”
-Daemon leaned over the center console and kissed me. The tender touch was so at odds with what he’d just said. Deadly and sweet-that was what Daemon was; two very different kinds of souls rested in him, fused together.
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