We talked with Daemon’s doctor, and I don’t think it could have been more awkward if we tried. We explain everything going on, and he told us it might take more than one try. Daemon told him he’d keep trying, and I thought I’d die from embarrassment. I ended up spending every single night at his place, and it happened the same each time. I almost felt it break, then was electrocuted.
I was feeling discouraged, and Daemon was trying to cheer me up after class on Friday.
“Why don’t I take you to the movies?” I shook my head, “Or to the club? Let off some steam dancing.”
“Want to know what I really want to do?” I asked him. He stopped pacing the room and sat next to me.
“More than anything.” He smiled, and I returned it.
“Let’s go to the fire club tonight. I feel like letting off steam
