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He couldn’t be here.

But he was, and I couldn’t look away. Suddenly I wished I could sketch, because my fingers itched to draw the lines of his face, to try to capture the exact slant of the bottom lip that was fuller than the top.

The demon smiled and leaned down, placing his palms on my desk, smelling of something sweet and musky. “I’ve been thinking about you all night….”