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May I kiss you? and she’d said, Now? and he’d smiled that slow smile and said, Now is preferable, but I’m open to whatever your schedule allows,
“Goddess, we beseech you that this man shall never again darken Vivi’s door nor her vagina.”
So beautiful. And so bloody sweet. He’d felt like someone had hit him solidly in the chest when he’d seen her there at the Solstice Revel, standing under a violet sky, a flower crown crooked on her head. She’d smiled at him, and it had been . . . Instant. Irrevocable. A fucking disaster.
“Jane, honestly, you’re hot, but the sex was not good enough to warrant—oh, shit.” “What?” Vivi and Elaine asked in unison as Gwyn stared at her phone, her eyes wide. “Um. Nothing. Nothing at all. She sent me a nude. I’m shocked and scandalized. By the nude.”
Her polka dot skirt. Her whole dress was polka dot, he saw now, little orange ones on a black background. Had he always found polka dots so instantly, intensely erotic?
“You were the Full Potter, right?” Vivi screwed up her face as she turned the car down the narrow lane right off the highway, the one most people would miss completely. “The what?” “The Full Potter,” he repeated. “Not finding out you’re a witch until you’re older, not growing up with it. ‘Yer a witch, Vivi,’ that sort of thing.”
Rhys nodded. “All valid points. But maybe not enough evidence to say things have gone completely tits up yet, begging your pardon, Ms. Jones.” “I have tits, so I think I can handle hearing the word spoken, Mr. Penhallow,” Aunt Elaine said
“Have you brought me out here to murder me?” he called. “Because that probably would solve your problems, but I have to say, I object on both moral and personal grounds.”
Cariad.
“Okay, that’s just because I use that time to catch up on listening to podcasts, plus I watched that Mickey Mouse cartoon with the devil brooms as a kid and it freaked me out.” “I loved that cartoon,” Gwyn said, propping her chin in her hand, her silver earrings winking.
“May I kiss you?” Rhys’s heart jerked almost painfully against his ribs. “Now?” “I’m open to whatever your schedule allows.”
So sad, in fact, that Wells—Wells!—told me I was a sad bastard, and as he is president of the Sad Bastards Club, I found this very distressing.”
but Bowen said this moment needed a big gesture . . . I mean, I decided this moment needed a big gesture and received zero help from my brother at all.
