Rewitched

by Lucy Jane Wood

“This place isn’t supposed to keep up with the times,” Belle said. “It’s supposed to exist in its own little bubble of cosiness that’s entirely separate from the real world.”

“Will there be anything else?” “Yes, actually. Any beach read recommendations? Something light, something fun, a little spice?” he asked, a wide grin escaping which almost split his face in two, entirely giving the game away for just how much he was relishing stealing her time.

“I was wrong, by the way.” “About what?” Belle said breathily, leaning in against him as her fingers fumbled at the hem of his T-shirt, tugging it over his head as quickly as humanly possible. “I don’t know enough,” he breathed back. “I could never know enough about you,” he said, leaving behind slow, hungry kisses on her throat to linger and burn on her skin. “You’re fascinating. And a wonder. And weird. And beautiful. And impossible. In the best ways I’ve ever known anybody to be. I want to know all of you. Everything.”

“Look at you.”