Page 18 of Wicked Witch

“Wait, huh?” she mumbles, her body exhausted and ready to just give in to the Sandman.

Sighing happily, I kiss her ear and nuzzle the back of her neck. “Sleep my little hotcake. I will make sure you’re safe. Always.”

“Seriously!Sex is one thing, but snuggling is where I draw the line!” I wake up to an irate witch.

“Good morning, my little cuddle bear,” I mumble with a smile on my lips. Sleeping next to my mate was the best night's rest I have ever had. Wynter hops from the bed, glancing down at the unicorn onesie I dressed her in.

“What the fuck am I wearing?”

Throwing the blankets off, I show her that I’m dressed similarly in duck pajamas. “It was cold last night,” I mutter, then grab my phone and take a quick photo of my future wife.

God, she’s perfect.

“Cirrus, I do not have time for your games right now. Last night was a bit of fun, but a mistake. You need to go to your own room before I do something I may regret. I was vulnerable yesterday and…”

“No, do not try to dismiss what we have, my little potion brewer. We have had a connection since that night in your bar. I know you feel the pull between us. I am here for you. To help you heal your family’s curse and to give you the future we saw.”

“Ugh, I need coffee.” Storming out, ignoring that she’s still dressed like my favorite cosplay, she opens the door with a huff and marches outside. I watch as she stomps across the road and to a diner.

“Hornybuns you need shoes,” I yell, grabbing a pair of slippers from her shoe pile and chasing after her, ignoring the stinging pain in my own feet. When I reach the diner, there are a few people eating and talking.

As I enter, all conversation stops and they stare at me. Not one to miss a chance to strut down a runway, I do a little walk to the booth where my love is, glaring at me. I place her shoes on the booth next to her, lean down and press a kiss to her cheek, then take the other side across from her.

A skinny waitress walks over with a notepad. Her eyes are shining with unshed tears and she’s biting her lip.

“Welcome to Roadside Diner, I’m Ruth and I have to say this never happens here, and I needed a laugh this morning, so thank you. Now what can I get you to drink, Ducky?”

Looking over Wynter’s menu, I decide on a coffee. My little rainbow pants orders the same, and she leaves us.

“Are you still mad at me, gingerpop?” Wynter looks up at me and bites her plump bottom lip.

Damn, I want to bite it too.

I must lean in because she places her hand against my chest, halting me.

“Cirrus, are you even listening to me?”

“You were talking? Sorry baby bird, your mouth distracted me.”

“See this. You call me all these random names that make no sense at all, and you dress me like some furry fetish. Who the hell are you?”

“Yours,” I say without a thought. Wynter’s eyes widen, and she opens and closes her mouth a few times.

“I am yours, Wynter Nefari. I have been since the moment I spotted you across your bar.”

“Here you go, love birds, two coffees. Do we know what we want to eat?” Ruth sets down the hot drinks and Wyn looks at her.

“I’ll just have scrambled eggs with biscuits and gravy.”

“Oh, that sounds good. Make that two, and I’ll also have a side of sourdough toast and sausage links, bacon, fruit, oh and can you throw in a stack of pancakes too? Wait, ya know what, I'll take an order of the frittata too.”

“Are you being executed?” Wynter stammers, looking at me like I’m crazy.

“What? No. Unless you're into that type of thing, Electrical play can be fun, lovedove, but that’s not proper breakfast conversation.”

I look at Ruth and she’s trying not to laugh again. “This may take some time, so I’ll bring you out your sides to start.”

As she walks away, I lift my coffee and take a sip, sighing. The people around us go back to their conversations and Wynter’s shoulders relax.

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