Sitting up and feeling a lot better, Kaden placed his hands on Deiru’s body, one hand reaching down his back and the other at his ass. Instead of copping a feel, Kaden just closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and allowing the spell to flow through him into Deiru, waiting a bit longer than before just to make sure he didn’t bitch about it later, and then stopping.
Opening his eyes, Kaden glared down at the young demon when he said that about being an idiot too. It was almost strange how he knew his thoughts now, although living together for a few days does that to people. “Whatever.” Kaden grumbled and took his hands away.
Looking at the bathroom, the older demon stood up and looked at Deiru. “Should I still bring you to the bathroom or can you walk now?” Kaden asked. The healing should have done enough although if he still had to be carried, he’d do it.
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