The Entanglement of Rival Wizards (Magic and Romance, #1)

by Sara Raasch

Those stupid lip rings— They’re warm. They’re warm because they’re pressed to his mouth, and his mouth is warm; and I know that because I’m kissing him. I’m kissing him. Neither of us moves. Just pillowy lips and metal rings. Then he—then he gasps, sucks all the air straight out of my body, and it sounds so excruciatingly ardent. His hands plunge into my hair and I’m not kissing him now; he’s kissing me, eating at my mouth, and I let him. He tastes so good. Like mint toothpaste and berries and coffee; breakfast. Like the overwhelming diaphanous cloud of his cologne, invading my senses with springtime as he licks into my mouth, all velvet tongue and those sharp piercings. The kiss whips through me in a furor that weakens my knees and excises a noise from me that I’ve never made before, a rapturous moan. “Fuck,” Elethior growls against me. “Sebastian, yes.” We’re kissing. I’m kissing Elethior. My lungs close up and I shove away from him, I leap away from him. This isn’t—this didn’t happen. Oh my gods, this didn’t happen. “No,” I say to his fiasco of a workstation, not looking at him. “No, no.” Then I do the only thing I can possibly do in a situation like this. I snatch a vial off my component belt, turn myself invisible, and run from the room.

AHHHHHHHHHH ❤️ *kicking my feet and blushing* BUT THE FACT THAT HE JUST TURNS HIMSELF INVISIBLE AND RUNS AWAY 😂