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But this was not the place for this kind of fooling around, as tempting as it was. Karen had already found them. It was only a matter of time before someone else came along. A librarian was less likely to be amused by their stolen moment.

“We should probably stop,” Matteo said, his words shaky.

“It would probably be the responsible thing, even though it doesn’t feel like either of us really wants to stop.”

“Nope. Not at all.”

“Same.”

“You don’t mind?”

Luke’s eyebrows snapped to meet over his nose, and he cocked his head to the side. “Mind what?”

“That I stole you away to make out. I was worried that maybe you don’t like PDA or would be afraid of getting caught. I just wanted to steal a kiss to help me power through this last class.”

Luke hummed, leaning close for a gentle, closed-mouth kiss. “I don’t mind some PDA, and while I’m not a fan of being caught kissing in the library, I am willing to make that sacrifice in the name of helping you get through your next class.”

“So chivalrous.” Matteo sneaked a kiss. “And thoughtful.” He grabbed another kiss. “And generous.”

Luke grinned and snickered so that Matteo’s next kiss landed on his teeth.

“Can I put in a request for you to meet me occasionally between classes so I can sneak more kisses? These might be the fuel I need to survive exams.”

“I’m sure we can arrange something, but don’t you need to get ready for your class?”

“Shit!” Matteo grabbed Luke’s hand and pulled him out of the stacks to the table where he’d left all his things. With Luke’s help, he stuffed his books and laptop into his bag. Matteo sorted library books into things to be re-shelved and things that he needed to check out.

His coat half on and his bag slung over his shoulder, Matteo ran out of the library only to spin back and grab another brutal kiss from Luke that left his head spinning. In the blink of an eye, the whirlwind was gone, racing across campus to make his next class.

Luke dropped heavily into an empty chair at the table Matteo had just vacated. His lips felt bruised in the best kind of way, and his balls ached. Matteo was funny, adorable, and so fucking sexy. If this stolen moment had proved anything to Luke, it was that they really needed to set up their first official date. He needed more than a few stolen kisses. A lot more.

Chapter 20

The Planning Meeting

AZROTH

An icy wind whooshed through the backyard to weave around the house and down the street. Winter was the very best season. The trees and plants were all hibernating, leaving behind their languishing corpses. The skies were gray and bleak. And the humans were miserable.

Azroth stood on the rear porch of the house and dragged a deep, chilly breath into his lungs. Part of him wished he could stretch out his wings and feel the caress of the bitter wind along the thin leathery membrane, but it was the middle of the day, and he wasn’t in the mood to draw the attention of the neighbors. Now that Luke was living with them, it had become important not to upset the neighbors too much. That kind of nonsense could hurt their human, which they did not want.

However, maybe he could go to the local mall and mess with the shoppers a bit. Decline some credit cards. Make some bags rip. Spill trays laden with lunch in the food court. And maybe even help a poor soul fall into the fountain. A little mayhem and chaos always did his soul good, and it would never hurt Luke.

Just as he was deciding what to do with his day, the frantic cries of a crow cut through the wintery silence. Azroth took a step into the yard and looked up to see the crow Luke calledAtticus wheeling through the air, frantically flapping his large black wings in a rush to reach him.

Azroth lifted a hand, and Atticus drew up his wings to catch the air as he gracefully landed on Azroth’s fingers.

“What’s all this commotion about? Is something wrong with Luke?” Azroth inquired, turning toward the house.

Atticus flapped his wings and let out a series of ear-splitting caws. His toes curled around Azroth’s fingers, but the long talons didn’t puncture flesh.

Azroth’s heart squeezed, and his thin arched eyebrows jumped to his hairline. “Really? So soon?”

Atticus confirmed what he told Azroth, and it seemed as if the crow huffed at him, not liking that the demon dared to doubt his word. Azroth shouldn’t have. The crow might be mischievous and sneaky, but he knew better than to lie to a demon.

“We need to make plans.” Azroth tossed his hand up, sending Atticus into the sky. “Continue to monitor him and report any fresh news. I will inform the others.”

The large black crow cawed, complaining about the complete lack of payment that came with this news delivery service. He could have at least been given a snack for his trouble. Azroth snorted. He’d feed Atticus and his compatriots later. There were more important things that needed his attention.