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17 | I Want Candy DEMON DAD

If Monster’s Ball had awards, I’d win the one for self-control. No joke.

Sure, I let myself step in to help when I spotted Sasha all tangled in spun sugar and that vintage Toxic Avenger T-shirt (which I kind of covet). That was just basic decency. She was drowning.

But there are a lot of things I didn’t do: I didn’t gently wipe the stray cotton candy from her cheek with my thumb.

When it felt like there was a moment between us during our break, I didn’t even think about leaning in and kissing her sticky lips—until long after I went home. (Then I may have thought about it a lot.)

And when we said good night, though she’s beautiful as hell, even covered in spun candy webs, I only let myself watch her walk away for a hot second before I left too.

See? Self-control.

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