“Is the power still out?” I reached for the switch, flicking it. Nothing. My heart spiked again. “Uh, SJ, you’re gonna have to escort me to my bedroom, so I can dress.”

He reached for the door handle at the same time I did, his fingers grazing my arm. He was so warm. I wanted to nuzzle up to him, to bask in that heat. In his light that chased the shadows away.

He cleared his throat, opening the door and ushering me through. As he followed me the few steps down the hall to my bedroom, he was so close I could feel the brush of his body against the towel.

I shoved my glasses on and rummaged through my drawers, finding a fresh pair of pyjamas—a pink tank and a pair of lime green, satin boxers with little ferrets on them. I whirled, the towel slipping.

“Oh! Luci! She might be frightened from the blackout!”

SJ’s eyes slid down my body as I hurried to hitch the towel up. But he’d absolutely caught an eyeful of boob. His brows furrowed, and … had his horns gotten longer?

“I shall go and check on her, while you dress,” he grated, turning for the door. I leapt for him, latching onto his arm.

“No, stay here, please don’t … I can’t be alone in the dark. Please.”

He turned, glanced down at me, his nostrils flaring. The heat from his body was so much more intense suddenly. Was he … aroused? Did he get hotter when he was … getting hotter?

I went to clutch my towel tighter.

Oh.

It was hotter because I’d dropped my towel to grab his arm. My bare skin was so close to his huge, red … muscular … sexy … space-heater body.

“Dress yourself, Mouse.” His voice was rough, and he turned, adjusting himself in those skin-tight undies.

Oh.

Oh my.

The undies were not containing him. His whole body was enormous in his demon form. Every single part of him.

I scuttled back to my bed, tripping my way into my own undies. My lips were pressed tight together because … oh my God, the size of him!

“I’m decent,” I announced, tugging the PJ top down over my boobs. He turned towards me, his jaw tight. Almost as tight as those Y-fronts. There was no mistaking the shape of him, tucked to the side. He’d managed to get himself under control enough that it was no longer poking out the top of them.

“Let’s go,” he grated, but he reached for me, his hand gentle on my arm as he steered me to the laundry, lighting the way with his skin.

Luci was so unconcerned by the blackout that she was fast asleep, curled up inside her hammock.

“Okay,” I whispered. “We can go back to my room now.”