Resting Witch Face (Stay a Spell, #5)

by Juliette Cross

Heaven help me. We’d crossed the line to lovers on Tuesday. I could hardly imagine my mental state after weeks, months…years of falling deeper under his spell. I wasn’t the witch here; he was. He didn’t know how far I’d fallen because I refused to tell him. I was out-of-my-mind obsessed, and the realization was both immensely wonderful and intensely terrifying.

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my back and pressing me close. “You’re too tempting. I’ll never get this dinner cooked.” “Then call the Italian place on the corner for takeout and take me back to your sofa.” He pressed a smiling kiss to my mouth, eyes glittering with joy. “This is why I’m dating you. You’re the smartest person I know.” “Because I know where to order good takeout?” “Because your priorities are set properly.” I yelped as he scooped me off the stool. “Takeout shouldn’t be long, and I’ll just nibble on you till it gets here.” “This is why I’m dating you,” I told him, grinning with the sheer bliss bubbling inside me. “You know exactly how to make efficient use of your time.”

Juliette writes such amazing dialogue between the characters

Sal leaned in closer, his voice low, amber-brown eyes fixed on mine. I was suddenly reminded why this Italian man was so dangerously seductive. He had the look of both an innocent angel and a wicked devil as he said sweetly, “If I was really lucky, maybe the granddaughter would give me a chance.” I stared at him in shock for a second, but before I could reply, the air around me stirred with a crackle of magic. “If you’d like to die a slow, painful death,” said the vampire who’d suddenly stepped into our circle, “then why don’t you finish that conversation?”

But as the cheers erupted and my best friend and his bride made their way through the archway of sparklers, my gaze was fixed on Juliana directly across from me, the sparks in the air caressing her face with light. As Devraj and Isadora passed, her focus fell to me. And stayed there. Even as everyone rushed to the car and yelled and waved goodbye, she remained still, ensnared by my gaze. I wasn’t using glamour. I wouldn’t do that to her. The two of us didn’t move for a moment. I wanted nothing more than to soak in the dawning awareness sliding across her delicate facial features that something had changed between us. I was no longer going to play nice and give her space. I was done waiting for her to realize she could trust me. As her only lover. As her partner in life. As her devoted mate.