The Ex Hex (The Ex Hex, #1)

by Erin Sterling

“Goddess, we beseech you to make sure his hair never does that thing again. You know the thing we mean.”

Rhys was not proud of the sound that came out of his mouth as he jerked his leg back, kicking out in an attempt at flinging the thing off.

Vivi wasn’t sure if she wanted to laugh or flip him off, so she settled for ignoring him. And if she smiled a little when her back was to him, that was her business.

Simon wouldn’t understand that. Simon had not, to Rhys’s knowledge, ever even been a teenager, probably. Seemed likely he’d just sprung fully formed and terrifying out of a cloud or something.

What Rhys knew was that kissing her had felt like waking up. Like he’d been drifting sleepily through everything for the past nine years until he tasted her mouth again and remembered what actually being alive felt like. Better than any magic, Vivienne’s kiss.

“I am mad about you, Vivienne Jones. Again. Or maybe I should say still, because I’m gonna be real honest with you here, cariad. I don’t think it ever went away.”

Sometimes she thought what she’d really fallen in love with that summer was the version of herself she was when she was with him.

Mine, Rhys’s blood hummed as he kissed Vivi, pulling her up the stairs, her mouth warm and soft and wet, her body pliant beneath his hands. Finally, fucking finally mine.

“Seriously, dude, don’t care whose dad you are or how fancy a witch you are, keep talking shit about my cat, and I will personally kick you down this mountain.”

I want you to know that you’re everything to me, Vivienne. Everything.”