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I flop my head against his chest. “Sorry.” He strokes my hair and massages my neck. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. In fact, I think I like it when you want me all to yourself.”
I wave her in and hold up the bottle. “Hell, yeah, day drinking. Let’s go!”
“Maybe he comes over for a chat and accidentally drowns?” Irene offers.
I love her lmao
“And I don’t want him to die. I just want him to go away from me, forever.” Irene noisily sips the last of her wine and sets the glass down. “Yeah, death can help with that.”
The drag of his claws on the slip of my skin under my sweater sends a shiver down my spine and I groan. “Oh, no,” he murmurs against my ear in mock apology. “That’s not what I meant to do at all.” “Liar.” I swallow hard and take a step away from him. He grins.
Irene yelps out a curse. “Sorry,” she mumbles, coming toward the table with a box. “Forgot you were blue.”
And then drink more wine and play games until we’re best friends because there’s no way I’m not gonna be best friends with a badass witch and her demon boyfriend.”
“All right, new idea.” She pats Charlie on the head. “This little dude is going to be the face of your social media.”
Eeeeeeeee
awestruck.” He smiles up at me and the world stutters, chatter around us going quiet. No. No. No. No. You are not allowed to fall in love with him.
“But she was never there. She didn’t even exist yet.” I open my mouth to ask what he means when the sushi chef sets our order on the glass counter in front of us.
“I’m sorry about what you’ve been through.” He strokes his fingers down my back and grabs my hip. “The past can’t be changed. It made me who I am and brought me here.” “And are you happy?” I don’t know why the fuck I just asked that. He turns his head and kisses my brow. “Immeasurably.”
I whirl back to Apollo, who’s crossed his arms and legs, leaning against the doorjamb. “What?” I declare. He shakes his head innocently. “Nothing.” I stalk toward him and point at his chest. “You’re thinking something. I can see it.” He chuckles. “I’m thinking your mother loves you very much.” “And?” I poke him. “And…” He wraps his arms around me and presses his face into my hair. “If he comes here, I might disembowel him.”
His eyes glow like ice lit by the northern lights. “You’ve always been my witch; we just didn’t know it.”
Screaming crying throwing up
Do I feel a little bit bad for pranking these guys for views? No. No, I don’t.
“I was wrong about you. You’re not an incubus.” “Oh?” He tucks some of my wild hair behind my ear. “You’re a little imp.” He licks one of his fangs. “Let me show you just how much mischief I can cause under your sweater.”
“Channel Nine will be here in two hours.” “Oh, my dear, sweet little witch.” He pulls me back into his embrace with a feral grin. “Two hours is more than enough to make a mess of you.”
reach behind my back and secure my bra. “You’re right on time. Channel Nine in two hours.” She blows a raspberry. “That’s plenty of time. I’m gonna go run back to town for a coffee. Be back in forty-five.” And then she’s leaving, giving Apollo an exaggerated wink and a thumbs up.
“Apollo, I need you to be charming.” Irene gulps as she looks at him. “Yeah, nailing it. But also, no talk of magic. You’re a normal dude, okay?”
He must’ve told her about vandalizing the place just in case it came up in conversation. What a cutie. “Of course. I left some chalk upstairs so you can tag the wall a little more politely. It’s our guestbook of sorts, inspired by Leonard,” I say, smiling at him.
“Do you want to?” I swallow, my mouth pooling with saliva at the thought, and nod. “Then I would very much like for you to kiss me there.” He leans back a measure, giving me better access. I grab him gently at the base, and he stretches against my palm with a groan. I glance up and see he’s closed his eyes, his head dropped back. How long has it been since someone touched him?
apart. He traces my bruised lips with his thumb as he pants. “I don’t like your rules,” he whispers, his gaze smoldering on my mouth. “I don’t either.” His eyes snap up to mine and he stares into me for what feels like eternity, asking the silent question. Am I sure I can survive this heartbreak? This inevitable end? “Fuck my rules.”
He squeezes my ass in one hand, helping me to rock into him, as his other holds me firmly behind the neck so I can’t escape.
So, I was the ocean after all, and he was the moon, pulling me at his whim.
“Tell me,” he urges. “Please, let me go.” “Sylvia,” he whimpers, thumbing across my cheek. “Why is your soul bleeding?”
He’s crying. I scowl. “What’s wrong?” “You love me.” He smiles through the tears. “I didn’t know if you could. If you would.”
He was a moth, and I was the moon, beckoning him.
it. “And I need to show you this video I found of cats chasing their own tails.”
We can say we had a bit of seismic activity that opened it.” “Seismic activity?” I ask, incredulously. “Yes.” He pulls back on my gathered hair, exposing my throat and making me gasp. “I fucked you so hard we shook the foundation of the mountain.”
wish he would just stop. Jason chokes on his next word.
Oh fuck
“You’re not using your witch powers on me, are you?” She scowls at me. “I am not a witch! Neither are you. We’re blessed.” “Blessed with magic,” I say. “Ah!” She throws her hands up and heads toward the door. “You’re making me crazy.”
“I was just dropping some stuff off,” he says, pointing to a case of water and a bag of what looks like groceries. “Your road won’t be plowed, and the pipes might freeze.” “Why do you care?” I ask with way more snark than necessary. “Fuck if I know.”
Apollo holds the four hundred-degree bread with his bare hand like a well-calloused blacksmith and cuts into it. Steam rises from the center of the fluffy loaf, and I slurp up my drool.
Rip that sourdough. Tradwives everywhere are crying
“Goddamn, Apollo, why’d you have to give all your good looks to her? Where’s my share of the dark skin and light hair?” Apollo wraps his arm around my shoulder. “My deepest condolences for your horrid appearance.”
