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“Magic is just science we don’t understand yet,” I recited.
stared at him for a moment, trying to decide if he was teasing or flirting. I decided not to risk either one.
Would he taste like sunshine if I kissed him? Did I want to kiss him? Did he want to kiss me?
One thing that is supposed to be constant. Do you know what that is?” Please don’t say death, I groaned internally.
When I failed to answer, she rolled her eyes. “Money, you fool. Money never changes. Someone always has a price.”
Pfffft
The man was grieving, and regardless of what movies and TV shows told you, kissing someone didn’t immediately take a problem away. But gods did I want to know what his lips tasted like.
“Don’t really care what you have down there, if I’m being honest. As long as you keep making those pretty noises for me.”
“Thank god, because your thighs are masterpieces and I want to eat you out until they crush my skull.”
I wasn’t a religious person, but I ached for him the way the devil ached for God.
He devoured me like I was his last meal on death row. Consumed me like Holy Communion on a sinner’s tongue.
He paused to look up at me, a cocky grin set to his lips. “Take a deep breath for me, handsome, I’m about to rock your world.”
“Beautiful.” I kissed him like a peasant might kiss the ring of an emperor, subservient and unworthy.
I don’t know about you, but I’m bisexual and agnostic, I refuse to die in a fucking church of all places.
“Seriously?” Barns interrupted. “Are you seriously flirting right now? Can we get on with this before the whole fucking place blows up?”
