Things we Left behind

“If you use my coat to wipe your nose, I’ll make you buy me a new one, and you can’t afford it,” he warned, brandishing the handkerchief.

I snatched it out of his hand.

God, he was beautiful. Supernaturally molded by the gods beautiful. He would make gorgeous little demon babies.

It was strange, having a secret with the boy I’d once loved and now sharing it with the man I couldn’t stand.