Page 37 of Spookily Yours

And you’re going to ruin that for her,my brain took the time to remind me.

But Willow… She didn’t have the same spark in her eye that Luna did. I could tell she loved her sister, and loved the shop, but it wasn’t herpassion.

“I’m done!” She said, popping back up at my side. “Luna, you don’t mind if we take off, right?”

The smell of chocolate and sweets wafted over to where I was standing.

Her sister shook her head. “Nah, go ahead. Cait’s coming to keep me company, anyway.”

I thought Willow had mentioned her to me—their cousin. Was she the one who wanted to hex her ex?

“Great.” Willow turned back to me with a smile. “What should we do first?”

I cleared my throat. “This is your thing. Why don’t you pick?”

My witch bit her lip, looking around at the festival. She’d really undersold the event when she’d told me about it earlier. I expected a few food stalls and some low-key small town attractions, but this place looked like a big carnival. There were tons of games set up and even some small rides they’d brought in.

I recognized one of them: the Spider. I’d been on that before. It’d almost made me throw up, so I had no desire to do it again. Really, I was content just following her around. I’d gladly let her eat her pie, while possibly feeding me copious amounts of sugar. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever have another opportunity like this, after all. To be normal. To feel like a human and not a demon who wasn’t even close to being in the middle of his life.

“Well… Do you want to take a ride?” Willow asked, forcing me out of my stupor.

I turned my attention back to her eyes. If I kept looking at her lips, I was going to do something stupid.

Like kiss her.

“What?”

She pointed at the little red tractor pulling a cart with an open back full of hay bales. “It’s practically tradition.”

I raised an eyebrow. “That doesn’t look very comfortable.”

My witch giggled. “Maybe not, but you drink a cup of hot cider and cuddle up under a blanket, so it’s not so bad. Plus, the view is amazing.”

I looked around, trying to see it through her eyes. Strings of lights adorned the farm, adding a touch of magic that perfectly complemented the changing leaves and the sunset in the background.

The world was a blanket of orange, and she was at the center.

“It is,” I murmured in agreement. It was nice, but she was the most beautiful thing here.

Willow laced her fingers through my hand, beaming up at me. I loved her smile. It made me wonder what lengths I would go to earn it, over and over again.

* * *

“Come on, try it!” Willow said, offering me up a forkful of pie. “I promise, it’sto diefor.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

She pouted. “Just try it. Please? For me?”

“Okay,” I agreed, bending down to her level. I couldn’t say no when she looked at me with that face, anyway. “Feed it to me.”

Willow’s cheeks pinked as she held up the fork to my mouth, and I held her eye contact as I slowly took the bite off the fork.

“Mmm.” I licked my lips. I hadn’t known quite what to expect, but the texture was incredible, and the whipped topping must have been homemade, because it was rich and delicious.

It could rival a feast in the Demon King’s palace.

“You have a bit of—” She giggled, pointing at my upper lip.

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