{Sorry for my absence, I've been very busy, and admittedly lacked inspiration. I'm finally back to writing this, and we're finally getting into some plot. Yes, the first few chapters went fast - but there's a reason, it's gonna be more plot heavy now. Also - I finally got around to posting my novel, Sealskin! I've been working on this novel since late 2017, developing the plot & characters, and am already fairly far into the novel, writing-wise. I plan to publish Sealskin some day, but for now, the first couple of chapters are up on tapas!! Please please go take a look!)

Time moves past slower, and slower, as I gaze at the clock. Every little ‘tick-tick-tick’ drumming in my ears like distant thunder, ceasing to get closer. I bet he’s gone, or waiting for me to leave so he can come back, grab his stuff and leave.

It’s not his fault, I can’t blame him. I dropped too much on him at once, it’s not surprising. I guess I just hoped that perhaps he would understand. Or. Something. Wow.

I’m a dumbass. I revealed to a human that I’m a demon, and then barely any time later told him I wanted to marry him – Of course that would freak him out.

My lack of social skills is way too clear, what am I doing? I should apologise, it’s only common human decency.

Pshh, human decency. What on earth should I know about that?

Josh’s p.o.v

The grocery store is quiet, thankfully. It’s giving me time to think. I’ll admit, I’m in a bit of an….odd circumstance. I want to distract myself but at the same time, I want to figure out what to think of all of this. Yes, I find Cal attractive. But I’m still in denial about him being a…demon. It’s a hard thing to believe, even if I’ve seen proof.

I just don’t know what to make of it. As much as I’m tempted to say alright about the suitor thing, let it slide and get with some demon – because come on, who wouldn’t be tempted? It sounds pretty freaking cool. I also don’t like the fact he could easily kill me or torture me, isn’t that what demons do?

I jump, shaken from my thoughts when my phone buzzes in my pocket.

*5 NEW MESSAGES*

Cal: I’m sorry, I know this is a lot to take in. It’s weird and makes no sense, you don’t even know me. I promise, you don’t have to get with me romantically or marry me or whatever, can we at least be friends?

Cal: Okay, okay, friends is a bit far.

Cal: I’ve fed Friday and tidied your apartment.

Cal: I’ll be gone when you get back, don’t worry.

Cal: I apologise for the inconvenience, I have my reasons for why I approached you rather than anyone else. You needn’t worry. I’ve left.

Huh. He’s gone? I feel relieved, kind of sad, he was a decent guy. But glad.

I don’t understand any of this. I just want some Nutella and my cat. I sigh loudly and lock my phone, shoving it into my pocket without a reply. Just forget about it Josh, just forget about it.