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Peyton wanted to roll his eyes and make a snarky comment, but listening to Bazâs words, the tone of his voice, and hell, the way he was looking at himâit actually made him believe it. All of it. âOhâŚâ There was a warmth spreading across the warlockâs cheeks, but he convinced himself that it was the alcohol getting to him. If he had to be honest, Peyton had nearly forgotten how good they were as a couple. âFunny you call me a blessing when Iâm literally half-demon,â he said, but he had a soft smile on his face. âBut IâŚI appreciate that, Baz. I donât remember you being such a sweetheart.âÂ
He couldnât stop the chuckle that escaped his lips, putting a hand on Basilâs shoulder. âDown, boy,â he said, almost in a purr. âYou donât need to take care of anyone. The breakup wasâŚmutual. I wasnât completely happy in the relationship, and he noticed. I really canât explain it, butâŚclearly itâs making me have some type of crisis.â He took a sip from the new glass the bartender set down earlier. âI have to say, itâs always hot when you get protective over me. I missed it.â Missed you, he wanted to say, but he kept that to himself. Â
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There was a look of longing and adoration in Basil's eyes as he gazed at Peyton. Yet, all he could feel was grief and regret. Of all the things he had fucked up in his very long life, their relationship was perhaps the worst. "Being half-demon doesn't mean you're less of a blessing. Your heritage doesn't determine your personality. Fuck anyone that tells you otherwise."
The djinn jumped the moment he felt Peyton's hand on his shoulder; it was the last thing he expected. "I'm not a sweetheart," he said before placing his own hand on top of Peyton's. "I've just always been quite sweet on you. That's why I'd love nothing more than to pummel whoever this 'crisis' is over." It was true that Basil didn't exactly have a sweet side, unless he was around one or two people. Yet in this moment, he could feel himself falling over (and for) Peyton all over again. "I'm sorry you weren't happy, my love." He was mostly replying to the warlock's confession of his previous relationship, but it was obvious Baz was implying it to be about their own experience together. He dropped his hand to rest on Peyton's leg, just above his knee. It was then a feeling hit him - one, or both of them were going to get hurt if this continued. Whether he cared or not had yet to be determined. "I should have kissed you back," he blurted out. "The last time you kissed me, at your apartment. I should have fuckin' kissed you back."










