The Incubus System Chapter 1395. Not Easy

The Incubus System Chapter 1395. Not Easy

She glanced over her shoulder at me once, checking if I was still there. I raised a hand lazily in confirmation. She smiled again before pouring the hot water over the herbs.

The smell bloomed instantly.

Warm. Floral. Soft. Like fresh meadow grass after rain.

She waited patiently, letting the tea steep, then carried the cup back to me with both hands like she was presenting something sacred.

“Careful,” she murmured, placing it into my palms. “It’s hot.”

Our fingers brushed briefly. Her skin was warm from the steam. Mine probably still carried leftover heat from… everything earlier. Neither of us commented on it.

I lifted the cup slowly and took a cautious sip.

Yeah… it smelled nice. And tasted even better. Light. Slightly sweet. The warmth spread down my throat and settled into my chest like someone lowering the volume on my thoughts.

Emma sat beside me again, turning slightly so she faced me fully, her knee brushing my thigh through my pajama pants.

“What happened tonight?” she asked quietly.

I leaned back on my palms, staring at the swirling steam rising from the tea.

“Nothing bad,” I said after a moment.

She tilted her head, damp strands of her hair sliding across her shoulder.

“My pets reported almost zero demon activity,” I continued. “That is it. Across a wider sweep than usual.”

Her brows knit slightly, concern flickering in her eyes as she listened.

“Then?” she asked softly.

I exhaled, letting the warm ceramic cup rest against my palms. “That’s all.”

Another sip. Another wave of heat down my throat. It helped. A little. But it didn’t untangle the knot sitting somewhere beneath my ribs.

Emma didn’t press. She just… looked at me.

Really looked.

Like she was trying to read through every crack in my mask. Not to pry. Not to fix. Just to understand. And that alone made me feel more naked than anything else tonight.

“I get it,” she whispered, voice so soft I almost missed it.

I blinked, tilting my head. “You get it?”

She nodded slowly, her gaze never leaving mine.

“It’s hard to explain,” she murmured, “but yes. I get it. What you feel.”

She moved closer, the edge of her bathrobe shifting against her thighs. Her hand reached up, brushing through my hair, slow and careful like I was made of glass and fire at the same time. Her fingers grazed my temple, then slid down to cradle my cheek.

Her eyes weren’t glowing or enchanted or anything special in that moment. Just deep.

“The tension,” she continued, “the noise inside. After what we did, what we experienced together… all of it, the fights, the blood, the sex, the victories, the quiet moments after… you carry it all. And it stacks up, doesn’t it? You keep moving forward because you have to, but deep down…”

She paused.

I didn’t breathe.

“…your body might’ve moved on,” she whispered, “but your heart… your heart’s still hoping it’s already over.”

I stared at her. And I didn’t know what to say.

Maybe.

Maybe that was it.

That strange, sour weight.

That restless silence that made me crawl out of my bed and portal into her room like some confused cat.

I lowered the mug, set it gently on her side table, then reached for her hand. I brought it to my lips and kissed her knuckles softly.

“You’re dangerous, Emma,” I murmured. “You always say the things I try not to think about.”

She smiled, but it was soft. Not smug. Not teasing. Just real.

“Someone has to,” she said, brushing her thumb across my cheek again. “You’re always strong. Always in control. But even the strongest person needs someone to… lean on, you know?”

I nodded slowly, eyes closing just for a second. Letting the warmth of her touch linger.

“…Also,” I added, glancing away, “I feel like I need to tell Lord Damon and Lilieth about the angels.”

Her fingers paused slightly.

“They’ll be angry?” she asked gently.

“Damon, for sure,” I muttered.

“And Lilieth?”

I hesitated. “I don’t know. But… she listens. I think. Still… they’re my parents. Telling them the border between angels and humans is breaking down? That their son is tangled in it again?”

I shook my head. “Sooner or later they’ll find out. But if I’m the one who tells them…”

Emma leaned in, wrapping her arms around my torso and hugging me close. Her head rested against my chest, her ear over my heart. I didn’t even notice how tightly I was breathing until she did that.

“Then let me be with you when you tell them,” she said. “I’ll hold your hand. I’ll stand behind you. I don’t care if they’re high lords or gods or demons or whatever. You won’t be alone.”

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly thick.

“That’s sweet,” I said, “but probably suicidal.”

She chuckled. “Maybe. But also romantic.”

I sighed into her hair. “You’re dangerously good at this. You know that, right?”

She pulled back enough to smile up at me. “At what?”

“Pampering me,” I said. “So much that I forget why I was even upset to begin with.”

Emma laughed and pressed a kiss to my jaw. “It’s one of my many hidden skills.”

Then she reached up and gently tugged my shirt up and off me. Her hands slid across my chest, fingertips brushing the edge of my collarbone.

“You’ve been tense since the moment you stepped into my room,” she whispered. “Sit back. Let me take care of you.”

“I thought this was just a talk,” I teased, smirking.

Her lips curved. “And now we’re in bonus mode.”

She pushed me gently back onto her bed, her hair cascading over her shoulder as she straddled my thighs, still fully robed. Her hands were warm, soothing as they pressed into my shoulders, rubbing slow circles.

“I’m serious,” she murmured. “Just relax. I don’t need anything more. I just want you to feel… loved. Safe.”

“You say that like it’s easy,” I muttered, voice lower now.