katy

Is this what you do with your spare time?_ he asked me, ignoring his sister.__hat__re you deciding to talk to me now?_ Smiling tightly, I grabbed a handful of mulch and dumped it. Rinse and repeat. __eah, it__ kind of a hobby. What__ yours? Kicking puppies?

I understood books. I did not understand boys__specially alien boys.

Dee loves it here. Before you came, she spent most of her days here."To Daemon, my arrival was the beginning of the end. The apocalypse. Kat-mageddon. "You know, I'm not going to get your sister in trouble.""We'll see.

I'm sure I look like a drowned cat.""You look fine. The wet look works for you."I scowled. "Now I know you're lying.

I didn't want to spoil the mood. This was probably the longest Daemon and I had ever spoken without some statement earning him the finger.

Honestly, as much as I love my brother, I__ not sure how I feel about him hanging out in your bedroom._ He reached out with a muscular arm and used his fingers to brush a few strands of hair off my cheek, tucking them behind my ear. I shivered, and he smiled. __ feel like I need to mark my territory._ __hut up._ __h, I love it when you get all bossy-pants. It__ sexy.

I have the feeling we just made a deal with the devil, and he's going to come back and want our first-born child or something."Daemon waggled his brows. "You want kids? Because you know, practice makes--""Shut up." I shook my head and started walking.

Daemon!" Dee called from the kitchen. "I need your help!""We should go see what she's doing before she destroys your kitchen." He rubbed his hands down his face. "It's possible.

Remind me," he paused, drawing in a stuttered gasp, "to never piss you off again. Christ, are you secretly a ninja?

I was feeling the height of bitchiness.

I'm not leaving, Kitten. You're going to do this."My mouth opened as did the door behind us. Stomach dropping, I turned to see Mom standing there in all her fuzzy-bunny pajama glory. Oh, for the love of God.

How long have you been standing there?""Just long enough to see you give Daemon the middle finger.""He deserved it.

Will you show me what you really look like? You don't sparkle, do you?

Oh no I know that look. What are you thinking?That this is the most ridiculous declaration of attraction I've ever heard

Touching him, kissing him, was like having a fever all over again. I was on fire. My body burned. The world burned. Sparks flew. Against his mouth, I moaned.There was a POP! and CRACK!The smell of burned plastic filled the cubicle. We pulled apart, breathing heavily. Over his shoulder I saw thin strips of smoke wafting from the top of the ancient monitor. Good God, was this going to happen every time we kissed?

At least I don't look like a Christmas tree.""You look like the star atop the tree.

Look at the time." I tipped my chin toward the clock. "It's past midnight. It's January second. You lost."For several moments he stared at the clock like it was an Arum he was about to blast into the next county and then his eyes found mine. Daemon smiled. "No. I didn't lose. I still won.

Kat didn__ get it when it came to the whole Thanksgiving thing. She didn__ think she belonged or was a part of us. She had no idea that she was beginning to mean more to me than_Well, than anyone else that was going to be here on Thanksgiving. And that was dangerous. Potentially stupid. Risky. Also exhilarating.Thrilling.