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this with anyone for awhile…”
    “Sixty years,” Daemon chimed in.
    Gob smacked, my mouth hung open. “You have been dead for sixty years?” He nodded. “How old were you when you died?”
    “Seventeen.”
    After a quick calculation, it dawned on me Daemon was seventy-seven years old. In the dim light, I examined his unlined features. Full lips, eyes as green as emeralds, and scruff on his cheeks that made me think impure thoughts. He was a damn good-looking old dude, to put it mildly. Daemon rose to his full height, dwarfing me and everything else in the storage closet.
    A sly smile titled his mouth. “Crazy, huh? I’m exactly the same as I was when I died.”
    “There are a thousand other words I would use but why are you in high school?”
    He leaned in and our eyes locked. The electricity in the room escalated until you could almost feel it. My breath caught in my throat as I fought the urge to kiss him.
    “Aw, the thousand dollar question,” he said huskily. I licked my lips, causing a spark of lust to light in his eyes. “I am here because of you. It has always been about you,” he breathed.
    “What do you mean?”
    Light as feather, his finger brushed down my cheek. Entranced, I felt myself get lost in his gaze. Time slowed and everything around us ceased to exist as I tumbled further into the rabbit hole. I nearly groaned in anticipation when his finger inched closer to my lips. No other man had ever had this effect on me before. My whole body was on fire. A blinding white light enveloped us. Did I die and go to heaven?
    “Hey kids, stop dry humping and get to class.”
    Blinking, I saw the janitor over Daemon’s shoulder. The fog lifted from my brain and I stumbled away from Daemon.
    “Did you hear me?” the janitor growled. “Move.”
    “We weren’t doing anything,” I cried in defense.
    The janitor aimed his mop at us. “That’s what they all say.”
    Daemon grabbed my hand, directing me into the hallway. As soon as the artificial lights buzzed overhead, I put an end to our physical contact and dropped his hand. Hopefully, the janitor wasn’t a gossip queen because the last thing I needed right now was to fuel the rumor mill.
    “You need to stop this behavior, Daemon,” I said, sounding like a schoolteacher.
    He arched an eyebrow. “What behavior?”
    I jerked my head toward the hall closet where I had been locked inside for the past hour. The small space almost tipped me over the edge of sanity because anywhere else I would have not given in to Daemon’s advances so easily. Although, his superior seduction skills made sense since he had sixty years of practice at it.
    “To be fair, you wouldn’t have talked to me anywhere else. You basically made me kidnap you,” Daemon responded as he took a step toward me. His eyes smoldered. “And as far as the sexual tension between us, that will never go away.”
    I laid my hands on his chest and stood on my tippy toes. My mouth brushed his ear. “You don’t stand a chance with me.” Shoving Daemon away, I spun around on my heels and walked toward my history class. His laughter rang out behind me as if he knew my statement was all bark with no bite.

When I got home from school, my mom was still at work and the house was blissfully empty, except for Frank. I rounded the corner to the living room where I found him on the couch, asleep. He let out a whimper, snorted, and then rolled onto his back. Laughing, I went into the kitchen to bake out my stress. Chocolate chip cookies were desperately needed after a day like today. So far nobody had found out about the storage closet incident but it was only a matter of time. The entire student body was as small as my eighth grade class back in Los Angeles. Gossip was rampant. I yanked open the fridge, grabbed the butter, then gathered the rest of the ingredients, and laid everything out onto the table. My hands worked mindlessly as I turned over Daemon’s questions. Cleary, he wasn’t under the