I Don't Think Most People

I’m A Succubus.” He Shook His Head. “no, You Aren’t.” “yes, I Am.” “you Aren’t.” I Was A Bit Surprised To Be Having This Conversation. “i Am Too.” “no. Succubi Are Flame-eyed And Bat-winged. Everyone Knows That. They Don’t Wear Jeans And Sweaters.

Christian Stretched Out Beside Her And Pulled Her Close. ʺbut For What Itʹs Worth, I Think Youʹd Be A Great Queen Too, Princess Dragomir.ʺ ʺyouʹre Going To Get Dirty,ʺ She Warned. ʺalready Am. Oh, You Mean From Your Clothes?ʺ He Wrapped His Arms Around Her, Heedless Of Her Damp And Muddy State. ʺi Spent Most Of My Childhood Hiding In A Dusty Attic And Own Exactly One Dress Shirt. You Really Think I Care About This T-shirt?ʺ

I'm Just Confused. I Can't Read Your Signals. One Moment You're Hot, The Next You're Cold. You Tell Me You Want Me, You Tell Me You Don't. If You Picked One, That'd Be Fine, But You Keep Making Me Think One Thing And Then You End Up Going In A Completely Different Direction. Not Just Now—all The Time.

You’re Presumptuous And Arrogant And A Whole Lot Of Other Things If You Think I’ve Changed My Mind.” “you See, That’s Just It.” There He Was Again, Moving Into My Space. “i Think You Like The ‘other Things.

"i'm Sure It Is," She Replied. Her Expression Turned Fierce, Making Her Look Far Different From The Scattered Teacher I Knew. "but Listen To Me When I Say This. You Are Exceptional, Talented, And Brilliant Young Woman. Do Not Ever Let Anyone Make You Feel Like You're Less. Do Not Ever Let Anyone Make You Feel Invisible. Do Not Let Anyone - Not Even A Teacher Who Constantly Sends You For Coffee - Push You Around." She Put Her Glasses Back On And Began Randomly Lifting Up Pieces Of Papers. At Last, She Found A Pen And Grinned Triumphantly. "now, Then. What Is Your Brother's Name?"