I can never sleep on nights like this. They are so rare that I want to savor every minute. With him sleeping beside me, I don't want to go to sleep myself for fear I will wake up and he'll be gone, like he is most nights.

Tonight is especially special. Tonight is the last night that we will be secret lovers. Tomorrow we announce to the world what we have. Seven years of secrecy and forbidden love. Afterwards I'll cast the spell that will ensure that we remain like this. He is immortal, but I'm not. Not until tomorrow.

Brushing his dark hair out of his face, I gaze at him. It was his face I was first attracted to, a fourteen-year-old girl experiencing her first crush. It's everything behind that face that turned that crush to love. He mutters something, but it's too garbled to understand what it is. His breathing has an odd sound to it, almost a purr. It always comforts me to hear it, knowing he's right beside me. I wish we had more nights like this, so I could relax and just sleep next to him. But I also like watching him sleep.

He's half human, but I wonder where those qualities are. They must be in his personality or something, for there are no physical ones, other than his human form. But even that isn't truly human. Not that I mind.

His father was a shapeshifter who was banished when he was six years old, that I know. From what I understand, he inherited the appearance of his human form, but not the ability to change his form. He sometimes speaks to me in a strange language -- I assume it must be that of demons. I don't have any idea what he's saying, but I can tell what their basic meaning must be by the way he says the words.