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“I don’t know. Do you?”

I turn around and lean against the well. He shrugs.

“I guess it can be fun to think about the possibility. Although we all know magic is just an illusion.”

“That’s the best part. People know it’s an illusion and yet they still sit down and enjoy the show,” I say.

“Maybe it’s because people take interest in things they can’t quite figure out.”

At this point, I don’t even think we’re talking about magic anymore. I get the impression he means me. I see those dark eyes pulling me in, and my brain turns off.

“Have you ever made wishes here?” I throw my thumb over my shoulder.

Trig nods. “Tons.”

“Any of them ever came true?” I ask.

“A few. Most likely due to coincidence, not magic.”

“Do you want to know what I wished for?” I bravely ask.

This is a bad road to travel down, but I’m already headed for it. Nothing good can come from this. My mind is throwing up caution signs, but my body is knocking them down.

“They say it’s bad to tell someone your wishes.”

He smirks as he steps closer to me.

“Why is it bad?”

“Because it may not come true,” he adds.

“Then it won’t matter if I tell you. I mean it’s only a stupid wish, just a magical illusion, right?” I pause. He tilts his head to the side. “As twisted as this may be, I wished you’d kiss me. I know this is crazy, and after my little panic episodes and erection killing confessions, you must really think I’m mental, but…”

Trig steps a little closer. I’m nervous, almost like how a virgin must feel on her first night. I don’t kiss men, not even my clients, but Trig is no client. I watch as he approaches me. He plants his hands on my waist.

“It’s just that you make me feel…”

“Feel what?” he says.

He takes a strand of my hair and brushes it away from my eyes.

Safe. I can’t say it. It’s one word. Just tell him.

“I’m a mess,” I whisper.

“We all are.”

He stares at my lips.

“I’ve been thinking about what your lips might taste like.” Trig keeps his eyes targeted on my mouth. “Are you sure you want this?”

I nod and tilt my head back as he moves in closer. His hands wrap around my back and tighten as he pulls me into him. He moves his hand up into my hair and gently fists a handful before locking his lips on mine. I moan into his mouth as my hands explore his chest. I’m aching for him. I want him. There are parts of my body longing to be touched by him and I’ve never felt this deep craving. It’s a long, sensual kiss and I’m breaking apart in his arms, because it’s the first time I’ve ever kissed someone. I push my hands against his chest and pull away. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

Trig cocks his head back. “Are you okay?” He studies me.

“Yeah, I’ve just never done that.” I gather myself.

He looks confused. “Done what?”

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