Page 35 of My Demon Teacher
“I like you, fiancé.”
“I like you more, soulmate.”
And that’s all that matters.
EPILOGUE: YU-JIN
“Do humans really get this crazy about getting married?” Lucian asks as the bridal shower scene of Bridesmaids plays on.
The movie choice for the night has nothing to do with me and everything to do with Jace.
“They do,” Jace answers and puts his plate on the table.
Brim, who’s been lying on the floor by our feet, jumps at the sudden move and sound and glares at my friend.
“Why?” Lucian asks, taking another bite of my bulgogi.
I’ve never grilled anything, but Mom’s instructions in her notebook were so clear it was literally like she’d been beside me, guiding me with her hands rather than her words. And I have to admit, I’m very pleased with the result.
“Because humans are cray-cray,” Jace sings.
He puts his hand between the glaring hellcat’s eyes and rubs circles. Brim settles back down and starts purring.
Lucian reaches for his beer and turns to me as he sips.
“What?” I ask, feeling his gaze on me.
“Are you going to act like that during the lead-up to our wedding?”
I gasp.
“How dare you? Have I ever given you any indication I’d be like that?”
Lucian shakes his head.
“Do you expect me to act like that?”
Huh. Is he really that clueless about our wedding customs?
And just when I think he can’t surprise me anymore…
“No, Lucian. This is a comedy. Also, this is everything that’s wrong with the wedding industry. We don’t need to go crazy because we’re tying the knot.”
“Oh good.” He breathes a sigh of relief, moves a hand to the back of my neck, and massages me.
It’s got just enough strength to make me groan and just enough smoothness to give me all sorts of goosebumps.
Goosebumps that travel all the way south, threatening to make me hard?—
Damn. Too late.
I let him massage me and take another bite of my beef instead. Maybe if I focus enough on the bulgogi, I’ll forget about his hand and what it does to the bulge in my pants.
“Say, Lucian, if you don’t know what weddings are like, how do you even know to propose or offer a ring?” Jace asks and picks up his beer for a sip.
Lucian stops staring at me and turns to face my friend.
“I may not know all your customs, but I know what marrying someone means. We get married in hell, too, you know. But we don’t have any of those things.” He flicks a hand at the TV, and Jace laughs.