This Coven Won't Break (These Witches Don't Burn, #2)

by Isabel Sterling

“You two can stay in the living room,” Mom yells from the kitchen. “No closed doors!” “Why didn’t you say something before I panic-cleaned my room?” I shout back. “It’s good for you!”

We kiss until our lips are numb. Learn the places that tickle and the ones that make us shiver. We kiss until we forget what we’re hiding from.

Is this hell? I’m pretty sure this is hell. I am not about to explain queer girl sex to my mom. Nope. Not going to happen. She’s not wrong, there doesn’t have to be penetration but—nope. Not even going there.

I don’t say the L word. I don’t know if that’s what I feel when I’m around her. I know it’s good and warm and safe. I know I want to see her every day, that I want to protect her and make her laugh. I want to know what she thinks and the secret hopes she holds in her heart. But I thought I loved Veronica, and that fell to shit. I’m not ready to say those words again. To even think them too hard.