Do we have to pretend you have a choice?
See that always bugged me about Cassie.
Because if I was her and I saw that hunky slice of man creeping on me from across the school grounds, I wouldn’t be like, “Go away weird eyeliner-obsessed sex demon.”
I’d rip my clothes off, sprint across the grounds, and throw myself into his arms. Sure I’ll have your demon baby whatever the fuck just get inside of me now.