Wickedly Yours (Witches of Pleasant Grove, #2)

by Jennifer Chipman

He frowned. “Where I’m from, it’s mostly just hot.” “Oh.” Where was that, exactly? He hadn’t mentioned, but I’d been to Florida before, and it was hot basically year round, so I wondered if he was somewhere in the south. “That’s sad.” “Why?” “Because I love the winter.” I thrust my arms out like I was making imaginary snow angels. “The snow, cozying up in front of a fireplace with the person you love… It’s the most wonderful time of the year.” I giggled, thinking of the song. Turning my head to look at him, I found that during our questions, Zain had turned on his side, resting his head on one of his hands as he watched me. “Have you ever been in love?” I asked, my voice in a low whisper, unsure why that was the question that popped into my mind. “No.” “What about you?” “Hm?” I hummed in response, looking over at the furrowed expression on his face. He directed my question at me. “Have you ever been in love?” I sighed. “Maybe I thought I had been when I was younger, but… no. Just waiting for the right person, I guess.”

THIS IS FUCKING BORIN