“Your eyes are black again,” he says casually, as though he’s not massaging my boob right now. “Thinking of sucking out my soul?” He actually asks this. A real question. His gray eyes penetrate mine for an answer. “No,” I whisper. “You already said that you’re the kind of guy who can’t be possessed.” “But you seem like a girl who’d try, even if it’s a losing battle.” All
