Part 18 (1/2)

”I don't think you can.” She tensed up, but he held her and went on, ”I'm glad you can't. I'm glad your life was so much better. I was in awe of you from the day I met you, and I'm still in awe of you. I think you can love me because it's not in you to understand what it was like. You see something good because you can't see what's bad. I don't want you to look at me like you did last night-when you were afraid, or later, when you felt sorry for me, just knowing the little that you do. I can't deal with that.”

She stared at him, her eyes wide with hurt. He didn't look away. He had to learn to hold.

”I don't know what to say to that. It feels like you don't trust me enough. But okay. I don't want to make you hurt.”

”I do trust you. I will tell you. I just wanted you to know why it scares me.”

”Okay,” she said and then turned again to face the winds.h.i.+eld.

Demon felt fairly sure he'd ruined their good day.

But he hadn't. Tucker and kittens saved their day.

They stopped at a pet shop and then went by Margot's house and got the kittens set up. Sly must have heard their mewing, because he was through the little pet door before they could even go out and call for him. Faith closed up the pet door to keep him inside and then made sure all the bedroom and bathroom doors were closed, too. She was going to come spend the night with Demon and leave Sly in charge until the morning.

Sly was even nice to Tucker. He must have recognized him as a baby, because he let him squat at his side and pat his head in his not-quite-gentle toddler way, and he didn't make a fuss when Tucker picked up a kitten.

By the time they left, with Tucker protesting emphatically, Sly was lying in the soft bed Faith had bought, and the kittens were crawling all over him. His eyes were at half-mast and he was purring like crazy.

Demon had never seen Sly with kittens. Faith told him that she had, in a way. Apparently, he'd carried two baby bunnies into the yard not long after Demon had left for the Nomads. Margot had let Faith help him take care of them.

It seemed like Margot maybe had a soft spot for the big old tom.

Tucker's car nap had screwed up his routine, so he was up until nearly midnight. Everybody in the house watched television together for a while, and Demon started trying to put him down around ten o'clock. He'd read about a library's worth of picture books before he could finally put Tucker in his crib and turn out the light.

When he went into his room to change into sweats and a t-s.h.i.+rt, Faith was sitting in the middle of the bed. Figuring she wanted the privacy to talk, Demon counted heartbeats for a few seconds and then sat down next to her.

But before he could think of something to say, she rose up on her knees and leaned into him.

”We don't have to talk.” She planted her lips firmly on his and shoved her tongue into his mouth. He flinched back at first; the talk he'd thought they were going to have had him in no way prepared to head in the direction her kiss was taking them. But she grabbed his head in her hands and held him.

It was Faith. He loved her. He loved kissing her. He loved loving her. And his body and mind recollected these facts within a few seconds. He pulled her onto his lap. She was wearing only his t-s.h.i.+rt and her panties. With his hands on her bare legs, he deepened their kiss.

As soon as he did, she smiled and pulled back, kissing his cheek and jaw, moving around to his ear. Demon closed his eyes and felt her, the soft press of her full lips on his skin, the gentle sting of her teeth nipping at him. She got to his ear and sucked on his lobe, making him s.h.i.+ver.

”You don't have your earring anymore,” she murmured.

”You're just noticing?” he teased, feeling much calmer than he'd expected to feel when he'd come in to see her waiting.

”No. Just mentioning.” She nipped at him. ”The scar looks like it got torn out.”

”It did.”

She kissed it. ”That must have hurt.”

”It did. Bled like a f.u.c.ker. S'why I didn't pierce it again. Besides, it was lame.”

”I liked it.”

He leaned back and looked at her. ”Yeah? You want me to do it again?”

”No. But I love that you would.” Her grin lit up the dimly-lit room.

He caught her face in his hands and looked hard into her eyes. ”I'd do anything for you.”

For a second or two, she simply looked back into his eyes, just as deeply. Then she whispered, ”There is something I'd like.”

Feeling a hint of trepidation, he combed her hair back from her face. ”What?”

”I'd like to give you head.”

Demon didn't know what he'd thought she might say, but it hadn't been that. ”Faith...” He moved, planning to set her on the bed next to him, but she grabbed his hands.

”Wait. I think I understand a little more why you wouldn't let me...before. But I know you had to have been with a lot of girls since. I know you've gotten head. That has to be true.”

It was true, but it was irrelevant, and he didn't like the look in her eyes. This was about jealousy again, and she was ruining a nice ending to a complicated day. ”Faith, come on.”

”Did you let her give you head?”

f.u.c.k. Suddenly Dakota Nelson was everywhere he turned, like she was haunting him. ”Don't bring her in here. You're putting her between us, and that sucks.”

”You did, didn't you?”

The answer was yes, so he kept it to himself. She didn't understand at all. ”Faith, please.”

”You did. Why not me, then?”

”It's different with you.”

”Why?”

”Because I love you!” He pushed her off his lap and stood up. He wanted to get away, but he had to learn to hold. So he walked to the window and stared at his reflection in the dark gla.s.s. Counting beats. ”I love you. I don't want to make you do that.”

After a minute or two, she came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. ”I think somebody made you do that.”

The shudder ran through him despite his efforts to suppress it. ”I will tell you all of it, but I can't talk about us at the same time. What we have can't get wound up in all that. I will lose my s.h.i.+t.”

”Okay. I'm sorry.” She kissed his back and then leaned her head on him.

”Don't be jealous of her, Faith. You're everything. She was nothing.” Demon knew then that his past-Kota, his childhood, all of it-would be between them until he answered the questions in Faith's head. Whether she demanded the answers or not, the questions were in the way. Even if it changed everything between them, even if she couldn't love him once she knew, he had to tell her. And hope for the best.

He sighed and picked up her arm from his waist, pulling her around so he could hold her. ”I need to tell you everything. No secrets. I need you to know so you'll stop wondering.” He looked down at her bare legs. ”But put some pants on first.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN.