Nyla felt miserable and it took every ounce of her will to ignore him even when her body was screaming at her to go to him.
Frankly, she was dreading her birthday.
She didn't know what she wanted.
But deep down she knew that she missed Jake.
She didn't care that he was a demon.
She missed him. She missed his kisses, his lips, his voice, everything.
But her hurt and confused feelings always got in the way.
When she got home around 9, since her shift as a waitress lasted longer than usual, she changed into boy briefs and a tank top that hugged her curves and skin.
She went to bed early until she heard her door opening.
"Mom, I said I don't feel good. Go back to the guy you were with."
She felt the footsteps go in her room and she sighed and sat up.
"Mom, I said..." Nyla stopped talking when she saw who it was.
"What are you doing here?" Part of her felt relieved yet angry at the same time.
Jake sighed and stood near the closed door.
"I came to see you."
"Ok, you saw me. Now, you can go." Her voice was bitter and she hated it but she didn't care.
She was confused and he was not helping because he looked incredibly hot and she wanted to run into his arms because she missed his scent.
"Nyla..." He sighed.
"What? What do you want? Haven't you fucked up my life enough already?" She asked, avoiding his gaze.
"Nyla, I just wanted to say..."
"What? That you're sorry? That it was a mistake? Well, sorry isn't going to fix this."
"No. I just wanted to say goodbye."
That definitely got her attention.
"What?" She said as she stood up, confused. "Why?"
"Because I made you feel like you had no choice. I was selfish and hoped that you would pick your demon side for me but the way you're acting is telling me otherwise. I came to say goodbye to you, Nyla because I can't be with a human."
Nyla heart heaved and she felt tears in her eyes. She didn't want him to go even if they weren't talking.
But it did make sense. Without him, it would make her choice easier with no one interfering.
But her heart and body was aching for Jake and she didn't want to lose him.
But her hurt emotions made her push him away and she was so confused, hurt and angry that she was taking it out on Jake.
"Then, go! Go! I don't want you!" She hissed while her body hurt at saying the words that left her lips.
His face was cleaned with no emotion and he didn't say anything.
He just stared at her.
She pointed at the door. "Out."
When he didn't move, she marched within range and whipped the pillow against him. "I said get out of my room, you lying, traitorous—"
He wrestled the pillow out of her grasp and walked her backwards until she came up against the wall, his motorcycle boots flush against her toes.
She was drawing breath to finish her sentence and call him the worst name she could possibly think off, when Jake tugged on the waistband of her underpants and pulled her even closer. His jade green eyes were now liquid, his breathing slow and deep. She stood that way, suspended between him and the wall, her pulse stepping up as she became more aware of his body and the masculine scent of leather and mint lingering on his skin.
She felt her resistance start to ebb away. Suddenly, and without heeding anything but her own desire, she curled her fingers into his shirt and pulled him the rest of the way against her.
It felt so good to have him close again.
She'd missed him so much, but she hadn't realized just how much until this moment.
"Don't make me regret this," She said, breathless.
"You haven't regretted me once." He kissed her, and she answered so hungrily she thought her lips would bruise. She pushed her fingers up through his hair, clutching him closer.
Her mouth was all over his, chaotic and wild and starved. All the messy and complicated emotions she'd gone through since he told her the truth dropped away as she drowned herself in the crazed and compulsive need to be with him. His hands were under her tank, expertly sliding to the small of her back to hold her against him. She was trapped between the wall and his body, fumbling at the buttons on his shirt, her knuckles brushing solid muscle beneath.
She rucked his shirt down off his shoulders. She couldn't resist him. All she could think was about Jake.
Jake met her halfway, pulling his arms free from the sleeves and tossing the shirt aside. She slid her hands along perfectly sculpted muscle that sent a ripple of mania through her.
She didn't care about her 18th birthday.
She simply wanted him. Now.
He lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She saw his gaze cut to the dresser, then the bed, and her heart flipflopped with desire.
Rational thought had abandoned her.
All she knew was that she would do whatever it took to hang on to this unhinged high.
He stroked his mouth across her lips, assessing her with his eyes.
Desire melted through her, hot and urgent.
She wanted him. Right now.