The Devil in Me

The Devil in Me Ch. 15

Chapter Fifteen:

Shay:

I woke up feeling like crap.

There was no reason why I should be feeling this way.

I slept fine, even Jody stayed over.

I checked my phone to see what time it was. 11:27 AM. Then my gaze went to the sleeping girl on the other side of my bed.

"Why are you staring at me?" she asked, half-asleep.

"I'm not staring," I stated, "I just barely looked at you."

Her eyes opened, and she grinned at me.

"Stop," I said before I groaned.

When she did that, it only meant that she had a plan.

"What?" she asked, trying to sound innocent.

"You know what," I said.

She rolled over and sat up.

"We need to do something today," she said.

Why did she suddenly look so awake?

"Something like what?" I asked.

"I don't know," she said, "I just need to do something."

She barely woke up, and she wants to function like a normal human?

"Well, think about it first," I said, "I'm still sleeping."

She narrowed her eyes at me.

"We could figure something out if we brainstormed," she stated, "Help me."

I frowned. I honestly couldn't think of anything that I wanted to do.

Well. I suppose that isn't really true.

I wanted to see Noah. I wanted to talk to him some more.

I really just wanted to look at him.

It felt strange to think about it, but it was the truth.

Those eyes really were an unnatural color.

They were stunning to look at.

Even when he changed.

My mind went back to the way he looked at me before licking my knuckles.

I swear the thought brought a tingling sensation to my entire body.

"What is with that face?" Jody asked.

I frowned as I looked at her.

"You're having naughty thoughts, aren't you?" she grinned wickedly at me.

I glared forward, "No."

She poked my arm, "Don't bullshit me."

I didn't know what to say to that.

She caught me. It was honestly a little humiliating how well she knew me.

"You're thinking about him again already?" she asked.

I nodded slowly, "There is just something about him."

She nodded, "You've been single for a while, you need to get laid."

"I don't think that's it at all," I said sourly, "Maybe I just really like him."

"You just met him," she stated.

"Tell me you don't feel a weird pull to your Devil," I said.

She frowned, "Maybe I'm just less of a romantic."