Page 58 of Spookily Yours

“Okay.” I sighed, wanting to help her but not wanting to push too hard. “I’ll clean up from breakfast.”

“Perfect.” Willow gave me a smile, setting her dishes in the sink before promptly disappearing.

There was nothing that could ruin my mood today. Not with Willow by my side.

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There were pumpkin guts everywhere.

On every conceivable surface.

In Willow’s hair.

“What did you do?” I asked, wiping a drip off of her cheek. “Blow the damn thing up?”

She giggled. “Luna likes to use the seeds and the insides for the bakery. I might have… overestimated my magic.” There was a sheepish grin on her face, and I couldn’t help cupping her cheeks with my hands.

I enjoyed how they engulfed her face, much like my hands did with her tits. They were the perfect size, considering I could practically cup them in my hands.

“Do you need me to clean you up again, little witch?”

She gave me a wicked smile. “Are you going to dirty me up first?”

Swallowing roughly, I willed myself not to think those thoughts. We were supposed to be carving pumpkins, not christening the kitchen table.

“Later,” I agreed, picking up the tool. “First, we’re going to carve these things.”

“Right.” Willow nodded, moving to stand behind me. “So… what are you doing?”

I shook my head. “It’s a surprise.”

Carving pumpkins was much harder than it looked, and I was pretty sure mine looked like absolute shit, but at least I’d done it. I was grateful for the opportunity to try new activities here, things that I never had the chance to do in the demon realm.

We certainly didn’t have pumpkins lying around in wait for being carved.

“Ta-da!” Willow turned around her pumpkin, showing me the opposite side. “It’s you!” She’d carved a cat out, complete with a tail and glowing eyes.

I laughed. “That’s… amazing.”

“What’d you do?” She asked, coming around to see mine.

Sheepishly, I stepped away, revealing my design. “I know it’s not very good, but…”

“A tree?” She made a face. “Why?”

“It’s… supposed to be a willow tree.” I winced.

“Oh.” Our eyes connected, and I could detect a faint blush on her cheekbones. “That’s…Damien.” She clasped her hands over her heart. “No one’s ever done anything like that for me before.”

I pulled her into my arms, placing a kiss on the top of her head. How did I tell her I felt the same way? No one had ever cared for me before like she did. No one had made me feel like she did.

It was crazy, since we’d known each other for two weeks, but I already felt closer to her than I did to anyone else in my life. My brother was the only person who came close, but we weren’t reallyfriends.Sometimes it just felt like a business relationship between us.

“You deserve it,” I said instead. “Besides, you did the same for me.”

Her cheeks deepened in color. “Yeah. I guess I did.”

Leaning down, I took her lips in mine, a gentle peck to convey my gratitude, but it slowly deepened into more. Running my fingers through her hair, I reveled in the way the silky strands slipped through them.

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