The Kiss Curse (Ex Hex, #2)

by Erin Sterling

Gwyn had no doubt that whoever he was, his ancestors had absolutely once stared down the business end of a guillotine. You didn’t get cheekbones like that without oppressing some peasants.

“You know, if I had a hot husband, I would definitely find more reasons to be home, less reasons to scuttle through haunted forests.”

Gwyn shrugged. “Don’t seek to question my grudge-holding ways, Rhys. I’m a Taurus.”

To catch someone’s eye and know what they were thinking. To be in a room full of people and know that that person was yours. To not just enjoy someone, but enjoy the person she was with them.

“Is this where we begin snapping our fingers and launch into a dance battle?” Dammit, that’s actually kind of a good joke.

And when her eyes briefly met his, her cheek dimpling with a Go fuck yourself smile, Wells realized he had never been attracted to any woman more in his life. Well, that was bloody inconvenient.

And part of it was probably the fact that he was, he suspected, falling quite desperately in love with her and would do whatever she wanted him to.

“And if I wanted to call you mine?” she asked, her voice low, and Wells’s grip tightened on her hand. “I’ll be that until I die.”