Page 28 of Cuddly Demon

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I've hit the master lottery.

No ifs, ands, or buts.

Saint is... perfect. No human alive or dead compares to him.

I mean, homemade French toast? It was so delicious I couldn't stand it.

And the way he kissed me was so precious I couldn't resist sucking him off for the first time.

"I probably should've held off on showing him my cock," I grumble, my fingers locking around the bottle of rosé. "That could've easily gone south."

Thank Satan it didn't.

Saint is attracted to all of me, even my most secret parts.

I'm the luckiest demon in the world.

"That'll be thirty dollars and nineteen cents." The cashier at the liquor store smiles at me.

I grit my teeth as I reach into my pockets. "I brought some grain to give you. Will you accept that? I'm planning a special gift for my boyfriend."

"Grain?" The cashier makes a confused face.

"Isn't America a bartering economy?"

The cashier shoots me a glare. "Hilarious."

"I've been locked in a tomb for three thousand years. In Etruria, vendors accepted grain as payment."

The cashier snorts. "This is America. We use money here." He slides the bottle of rosé across the counter. "Now, can you pay for that or not?"

I shake my head. "Unless you can take grain, I'll have to head back to my boyfriend empty handed."

The cashier sighs. "Fine. Take the wine. I'm a bit of a romantic, so I'd never want you to return home without something to put a smile on your boyfriend's face. But next time you come here, don't think I'll give you booze for free."

I smile, so happy that someone understands my plight. "Thank you. You're an angel."

The cashier rolls his eyes, but I can see the hint of a smile on his lips. "I'm more of a devil than an angel, but thanks. Now, get out of here before I change my mind."

I chuckle as I head to the door. I should probably feel guilty for getting a free bottle of wine, but I can't help but feel grateful.

This is the kind of kindness that never goes unnoticed. As a demon, I'll make sure I reward him.

When I arrive at the dorm, Saint is already in bed. I set the bottle of wine on the nightstand, then climb in next to him.

"Hey," I whisper, brushing his hair back. "I brought you something."

Saint opens his eyes, his face lighting up when he sees the bottle. "You got me wine?"

I nod, my heart swelling with love. "Yeah. I wanted to give you something special, something that would put a smile on your face."

Removing candles from his bedside table, I light them. The radiant light flickers around the room, bathing everything in a soft glow.

"What are you doing?" Saint stares at me, his eyes wide.

I take out the bouquet of wildflowers that I picked myself on the walk home. "I wanted to give you a romantic evening. I know it's not much, but I thought it would be nice."