Succubus

*Juliet’s POV*

I took my time washing the drool off of my face, embarrassed. I had a very bad feeling about all this. This wasn’t just Andy having some kind of weird, therapeutic meltdown; coming clean about having caved to the charms of a succubus.

No. There was no way she would be in my living room unless she needed to be, Andy wasn’t stupid. He would have waited until I got back and talked to me alone if that were the case, not with a greeting party that included his dead grandfather. Not that it didn't hurt like crazy to think about that.

I just held the soft towel to my face as I was drying off, liking the feel of it; it was comforting. I tried not to draw conclusions, not to be hasty in my thoughts, and pushed back the tears that threatened. I had the stupidest thought that it was a good thing after all that I had taken all of my make up off earlier, as I had the feeling I was going to cry my eyes out very soon. Would shouting come before, after, or during? I sighed.

I should have known that not being transparent with Andy was a bad idea. I should have told him why he was changing. I had so many regrets, and I was facing them all down right now. I had thought I was doing the right thing, keeping him in a simpler world, keeping him in a work free of supernatural bullshit. I just wanted him free of those kinds of fucked up burdens. I thought it was working. Instead, Andy was probably totally freaking out right now. He might even be in danger. Who knew what the fuck was going on? Now all the omissions would bite me in the ass. Now Andy would probably leave me.

I remembered what Andy had said on the phone. To remember that he loved me, with all his heart. I just hoped that he remembered that I loved him too. Always. I took a deep breath, and rolled my eyes at my reflection, unimpressed. I figured Andy had probably come around by now, and headed out to the living room to face the reality I had made for myself.

Notes

hmm.... how do you think it will go?