Stacey didn’t like to overanalyze things, but lately she found herself doing just that when it came to the demon. She rarely let anyone return to her bed for more than a few trysts, the only exception had been Jace before he mated with the silly little human. That had been fun, he had been the right sort of rough with her; he hadn’t treated her with the frailty some men tended to do. Now it seemed there was another exception in the demon standing before her.
That fact had often made her frown, even while lying beside him as she drifted off to sleep. Especially when she lay beside him. That was another first for her, she would typically kick her lovers out of her bed once she had gotten what she wanted, or she would disappear quietly as the slept (the ones she didn’t eat anyway). The demon was different though, she found herself wanting to be around him, wanting to spend time with him outside of the bedroom. Poseidon help her if this was what feelings were.
"I'm not hurt," she said as she pulled back to look him over. She had to be sure even though she knew he would heal from any injuries he suffered. "I was almost worried about you." That was a lie, she had been worried about him, more than she cared or was willing to admit. Grasping his hand, she tugged lightly as she led him up the steps of her porch and inside her dimly lit home.