Damien
and every demon wants his pound of flesh
but i like to keep some things to myself
but i like to keep some things to myself
The board shifted against his chest as he blew out a breath, half a laugh, half an exasperated huff. Snow clung to the back of his hair, melted cold creeping down the collar of his coat. “No rules, huh?” His voice was roughened from the impact, but there was a trace of dry humor in it, the kind that said he wasn’t as put out as he looked. “Figures.”
He tipped his head back enough to meet her gaze, though it wasn’t easy with the sun-blonde weight of her grinning down on him and the plank still braced awkwardly between them. The whole thing was ridiculous—and yet, impressive. “I’ll give you this much: you had me. The whole time.” His lips twitched, conceding the point. “Deimos would probably call that good work. Probably have you flattening me again just to prove it.”
After a beat, his brow knit slightly, and he angled the board aside enough to make the request without jabbing her with it. “Now—if you don’t mind—maybe let me up before the pups start thinking I really am the bad guy?”
He tipped his head back enough to meet her gaze, though it wasn’t easy with the sun-blonde weight of her grinning down on him and the plank still braced awkwardly between them. The whole thing was ridiculous—and yet, impressive. “I’ll give you this much: you had me. The whole time.” His lips twitched, conceding the point. “Deimos would probably call that good work. Probably have you flattening me again just to prove it.”
After a beat, his brow knit slightly, and he angled the board aside enough to make the request without jabbing her with it. “Now—if you don’t mind—maybe let me up before the pups start thinking I really am the bad guy?”
