“I glanced at my reflection and forced a smile. It was broken. And I also had the hugest zit ever on my temple.Awesome.”

“ What r u doing now?I'm beating my dad at poker. Picturing him with his family, I smiled. Getting ready for bed.Wish I was there. My eyes widened. What the what? Wait r u naked?No!!! I sent back. Perv. Damn, At least I have my imagination.That's all you will ever have.We'll c.No you won't. ”

“This was a bad idea,” I whispered.“It was probably the smartest idea you’ve ever had.”I rubbed my palms on my hips. “It’s going to take a lot morethan Thanksgiving dinner and a Christmas tree to get laid.”“Damn. There goes my whole plan.”

“Daemon had not stayed.My smile slipped from my face.He was standing by the window, his back to me. “I got bored.”“I wasn’t even gone five minutes.”“I have a short attention span.”

“I love your bed." I rolled onto my stomach, smiling. "I love it so much I'd marry it if I could." Seth laughed out loud. "You'd marry my bed?" "Mmm.”

“Just so you know, I get incredibly bored quite easily and you will be forced to be my source of entertainment. You'll kind of be like my own personal jester."I flipped him off."Well that wasn't funny at all.”

“Taking pity on me, Carissa kept her voice low. “You were calling out for Daemon.”I dropped my face in my hands and moaned. “Oh, God.”Lesa giggled. “It was kind of cute.”A minute before the tardy bell rang, I felt an all-too-familiar warmth on my neck and glanced up. Daemon swaggered into class. Textbook-less as usual. He had a notebook, but I don’t think he ever wrote anything in it. I was beginning to suspect our math teacher was an alien, because how else would Daemon get away with not doing a damn thing in class? He passed by without so much as a look.I twisted around in my chair. “I need to talk to you.”He slid into his desk chair. “Okay.”“In private,” I whispered.His expression didn’t change as he leaned back in his chair. “Meet me in the library at lunch. No one really goes in there. You know, with all those books and stuff.”