"You had your heart broken much?"
He paused. "Of course. Everyone does. Part of life."
"Tell me her name. I'll kick her ass. I don't want anyone hurting you."
I took down half of my drink in one gulp. “Sometimes I look around, and I can’t believe this is my life.”
“I want pancakes.”...more
“What? Right now?”
“No. For breakfast.”
“Oh.” He yawned. “You’d better get up early then.”
“Me? I’m not going to make them.”
“Yeah?” His sleepy voice carried mock sympathy. “Who’s going to make them for you then?”
“Am I? You think I’m going to make you pancakes? Is that how you think it’s going to be?"
"You’re so good at it,” I whined. “Besides, if you do, I’ll sit on the counter in a short robe while you cook.”
His soft laughter segued into another yawn. “Oh. Well then.
"I'm a succubus. My entire existence relies on making people - men in particular - believe and see what they want in me. I can switch from simpering virgin to sultry dominatrix in a heartbeat. All it takes is a bit of shape-shifting and a dash of playacting."