Page 40 of Spookily Yours

This place was claustrophobic, and despite the map, I still felt completely turned around.

“Got you!” She said, popping up behind me.

“Willow. For fuck’s sake. Don’t do that.” I rubbed my forehead.

“What?” She frowned.

“I thought—”You were lost. That something had happened to you. “Never mind.” I shook my head.

“I was just—” Willow started, moving towards me, but there was a patch of mud on the ground in between us, and her foot slipped, launching her forward.

As she stumbled, I quickly reached out and wrapped my arms around her waist to prevent her from falling.

“Oh.” Willow breathed, and I was vividly aware of the fact that the hay bales hid us from view, secluded in the maze.

She smelled so sweet; I had to stop myself from leaning over to find the source of the scent. Was it her shampoo? Or just something uniquely her?

Fuck.

“Little witch…” I groaned.

I was losing control.

If I wasn’t careful, I was going to take her.

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willow

My lips parted, and the slightest breath of air escaped them as I stared at his face. Into those dark eyes, which I never failed to get lost in. No matter if they were red or deep chocolate brown, there was something so captivating about them. About him, really.

I let my gaze linger down to his lips.

There was no mistaking the way he did the same.

We were so close together, barely an inch left between our bodies, and I was struck with the sudden realization that Iwantedhim. More than I ever could have imagined.

Maybe I shouldn’t have—he was a demon, after all, and my whole life I’d been taught to stay away from them—but I couldn’t help it anymore.

Not when I’d spent the entire day in his presence, and he’d let me drag him wherever I’d wanted to go. When we’d been sitting together on the hayride, our thighs touching, sharing the same blanket… I wondered,was he feeling the same way?

“Willow,” his voice rasped out. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” Mine was hardly a whisper against the wind, but I hadn’t needed to say it at all.

My tongue ran over my lips, moistening them as we stared at each other. If we moved just a fraction of an inch, we’d be kissing. All I had to do was lean up, and—

“Like you want me to kiss you.”

His hand tightened on my waist, keeping me pinned firmly to him. The other spread across my back, and the heat from his palm was practically burning me, but I didn’t want it to stop.

“But…” I looked up at him through my eyelashes. “What if I do?”

“Little witch…” He warned, a pained expression forming over his features, even as I gripped his jacket tighter. “I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into.”

I did. But…I don’t care.The realization struck me, hard and fast. I didn’t care what I got into with this man, this demon, as long as he kissed me.

“Kiss me,” I whispered. “Please.”

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