Jake is waiting for Nyla to finish her shift at the restaurant she worked in.

His relationship with Nyla was wonderful, confusing, and amazing.

Wonderful because he had Nyla all to himself and was glad he could protect her.

Confusing because he didn't understand the emotions it came with.

For example, if Nyla hadn't gone to school, he would feel anxious and when he couldn't take it anymore, he would rush over to her house to demand an explanation.

There were also times when she made him mad even if she didn't know it.

Like if she paying attention to other people than him.

He would feel jealous when the boys talked about her as if she were a sex toy.

He hated that but it was amazing because he didn't believe he could feel these emotions with anyone because he was a demon.

And yet here he was, dating Nyla for the past two weeks that involved a lot of spontaneous kissing inside her car outside of her car, under the bleachers, on his motorcycle and on top of the kitchen table. It also involved a lot of wandering hands, tousled hair, and smudged lip gloss.

When he saw Nyla walking towards him, he turned around so he was sitting on his motorcycle and held out his arms to hold her.

Her demon side was almost completely taking over her human side since her birthday was 5 days away and he was trying to come up with a way to tell her the truth but he couldn't.

"You would not believe the drama that is going on in there. They keep coming to me for advice. I'm not Dr. Phil!"

Jake chuckled and leaned down to kiss her hungrily.

She kissed him back with the same hunger as he slid his finger under the strap of her tank top, his touch sending electricity humming along her skin. "I bet I can take your mind off things."

Nyla straddled his lap, finding Jake's mouth in the darkness.

She kissed him slowly, savoring the taste of his skin.

His mouth skimmed her throat and let his tongue taste her skin, causing his heart to bump against his ribs.

His kiss moved to her bare shoulder. He nudged the strap of her tank top down and brushed his mouth lower along her arm. Right then, he wanted to be as close to her as he could.

He never wanted her to go. Jake needed her in his life right now, and tomorrow, and the day after. He needed her like he'd never needed anyone.

As she straddled his lap, she slid her hands up his chest, grasped him behind the neck, and pulled him in. His arms circled her waist, locking her against him, and Nyla snuggled in deeper.

Caught up in the moment, he ran his hands under her shirt, thinking only of how he loved the feel of her body heat spreading into his hands.

He felt her fingers brush his back and he took her hand and slid it lower.

"Easy girl," he murmured, his lips brushing hers as he spoke.

She nibbled his lower lip. "If you know how good it feels to touch you, you'd have a hard time resisting the temptation."

"I have a hard time keeping my hands off you even without touching your skin, angel."

"Hmm..." She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him down for another kiss.

"You're mine, angel," he murmurs, brushing the words across her jawbone as she arched her neck higher, inviting him to kiss everywhere.

"You'll have me forever." She whispers to him.

He hoped he did.

When she decided it was time to go, he rode on the motorcycle to her house, deep in thought.

He was running out of time and he had to tell her today.

He relished the feel of her arms wrapped around his waist and the warmth and tingle radiating off of her body and into him.

He loved touching her, kissing her, dreaming about her, he loved anything that had to do with her and he hoped it would be enough to last him if Nyla didn't want anything to do with him.

He didn't know why he was worried. He never worried about anything or anyone.

But with Nyla it was a different.

He knew everything about her. He knew she was a virgin, he knew about her mother, he knew every little detail about her and her life.

And Nyla knew everything about him, except for him being a demon.

He lied to her saying he lost his parents in a accident and was raised by Foster families.

He had to lie or she was going to be suspicious of him.

He only hoped that she would be able to forgive him for lying to her.

But he shouldn't even care if he was forgiven or not.

He didn't when he was in hell. He didn't when he caused mishaps at school.

But with Nyla, it was different. She bought out emotions he never believed he was capable of having.

He even secretly wanted her to be his queen down in hell since he was a prince of darkness.

"Jake, are you okay?" Her sweet voice breaking through his thoughts.

"Yeah, love." He lied. He didn't want to think about any of this but he couldn't keep prolonging the inevitable.

She frowned at him.

Jake knew that she knew that he was lying.

She knew him too well.

"You're lying."

Jake sighed and cut off the engine and got off, walking to her.

"Nyla, there's something we have to talk about."

She frowned in confusion. "Okaaaay. We can go to my room." She offered.

Jake loved her room. It was filled with dark energy and it reminded him of his home in Hell.

He was tempted to kidnap Nyla to Hell but he couldn't bring himself to do that.

It had to be her choice.

"Jake?"

He looked up to see her looking at him curiously.

He smiled lovingly at her so she wouldn't suspect anything and took her hand.

"Let's go to your room, angel." He said.