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You’re a monster, for fuck’s sake, not a bleeding heart destined to save the world.”
“Where are your wings?” I ask, staring over his shoulders. I distinctly remember enormous wings folded behind him, but they’re nowhere to be found. “They make wearing clothes difficult,” he says, tugging on the hem of his shirt. “If you’d prefer, I can go naked.”
Of all the goddamn Uber drivers, we had to get a hot stalker.
For fuck’s sake, Elio. You’re pining for a human. I’ve stooped to a new low.
“You’re right. Leave the good guy act to Az. You’re mastered the art of being an ass.” “Besides,” he says, raising one of his shoulders in a shrug. “I’ve heard some women prefer assholes. Isn’t that why they pine for the villains in movies?” I open my mouth to argue, but I snap it shut again. I can’t deny Loki is one of the sexiest cinematic villains I’ve ever seen, and I’ve had some very lethal book boyfriends over the years. There’s just something about a bad guy who’s morally gray and has a way with words that makes you need to change your panties.
A tiny voice at the back of my head is screaming for me to run. Tentacle-alien-monster dick is more than I signed up for, but if this giant wet spot beneath me is any preview of what it can do, I’m eager to find out.
