Page 112 of Blue Moon Mistress

But he doesn’t stop kissing me. “This isn’t distracting?”

He chuckles but doesn’t stop and Thomas lifts one of my feet, kissing the top of it. “We’re more likely to get through a conversation if we’re all wearing clothes.”

“We’re all more likely to talk if we keep our hands to ourselves.” Johnny drags me away from them, settling me between him and Chase. I’m squashed between them, but I don’t mind.

Thomas finds his way onto the floor in front of me, and Joshua lets go of a sigh, flicking the TV off.

“What,” Chase said, stretching—it oddly didn’t feel like an intentionally cheesy “move”—and slinging his arm over me. “Are you doing for Thanksgiving?”

“I’m not. We’ve never celebrated it, and as the years have gone on, it’s been increasingly clear that the intended reasons for celebrating aren’t worth praising, anyway.” I drop my head to his shoulder. “What about you guys?”

“We always get out of town, otherwise we get dragged across the lawn and are subject to Mrs. Miller’s particular brand of historical white-washing.” Chase grimaces.

I lick my lips. “There’s something I can think of that would be more delicious than dry old turkey and gravy with too much salt in it.”

Thomas perks up. “I know it’s short notice, but we could go find some snow. Rent a cabin at Diamond Lake?”

“I’d like to stay closer to home. The witch I mentioned before? She’s still throwing off red flags like crazy.”

“What kind of red flags?”

“She’s too nice—which is a full one eighty from when she was in my mom’s coven. And… she has a vampire with her.”

“Do we need to be worried?” Joshua asks.

“According to Aphrodite and my mother, no.”

“You don’t sound convinced.”

“With those two here, I don’t know what they might get up to.”

“Okay… closer to home.” Thomas taps his mouth with his finger and then glances at the others. “What about your home? Could we hide out at your place? I know it’s a little tight for all of us.”

“And there’s only enough bed space for 4…”

“We can bring pillows and cushions and turn your living room into a literal love nest.” Johnny’s suggestion is met by nothing but agreement.

The way they all immediately are down for it makes me think “pillow fort.”

“Alright. We’ll figure out how to make it work.”

My phone buzzes and I slip from the tangle of limbs.

“Ignore it,” Johnny says his hand loosely wrapped around my wrist—but he lets go without my having to tug.

“It might be important.” I pull the buzzing phone from my bag.

Elaria sent me a cringing emoji and then.

So your secret is out of the bag.

Everyone knows you’re banging a were-pack and some of the coven are PISSED.

We’ve been called in to vote on if you have to come to trial to atone for your sins. I’m voting “nay” btw.

You’re welcome.

Thanks. Let me know how it goes.

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