Page 21 of Magic or Madness

Just as my anger starts to boil over, my phone rings and it’s a number I don’t recognize, but I’m holding onto hope that it’s Fallon.

“Hello?” I answer, annoyed with this inconvenient timing.

“Hi.” I hear a voice faintly whisper, and my body relaxes.

As if she were a magic potion, knowing exactly when I need her and how to calm me down, my Bambi comes through.

“Hi, Fallon.”

“I got your card and the flowers. Thank you,” she says softly, and I can hear the smile in her voice.

“Anything for you,my beautiful girl. So, Mick opened your card?” I ask, and she laughs, her warmth replacing the red-hot anger I was feeling seconds ago.

“Sorry about her. She’s judgmental for someone who has a roster of guys to rely on,” she says sarcastically, that feistiness jumping out, even over the phone.

“It’s okay. I had it rough here, too, but I don’t want to talk about me. How’s work?”

I listen as she explains her day so far, detailing her arrival at home up to the biker clients she’s been dealing with all morning. I could hear about the mundane parts of her day without a care in the world, as long as I hear her voice.

“Ozzy?” She says almost reluctantly, interrupting my distracting thoughts.

“Yes, Fallon?”

“I fucking miss you, is that normal?” She asks, and I rake my hands in my hair, unsure exactly how to categorize this, or what to say, so I decide to go with the truth.

“I don’t know, but I fucking miss you too. In a very consuming, frustrating way because all I want is you, here, in my arms,” I confess, and she counts the hours until we’re together again.

Six hours and twenty-three minutes.

I can survive that.

“I don’t have to work tomorrow,” she teases, and I can’t help but smile.

“You’re mine. All day,” I order, not even letting her finish the sentence.

“I’ll check my calendar,” she jokes, and holy shit, this woman makes me crazy.

Her sarcastic mouth and witty comebacks, so far, are my favorite things about her, and she keeps me on my toes.

“Fuck your calendar.Be with Ozzyis written on every single square, until the end of time, understand, Bambi?”

“It says that? Wow, how lucky for us,” she quips, and my mind wanders to how we spent the night in each other's arms.

Her body pressed against mine, the warmth radiating off her, and the vulnerability in her words that cemented my obsession with her.

My tiny, smart-mouthed brat with a heart of gold and an addictive body.

My beautiful girl.

“Let me see everything you hide from the world, Fallon, and I’ll do the same for you,” I whisper, letting the soft side I’ve reserved for her show, even if only slightly.

“I’ll give you everything,” she says, and my heart nearly explodes with joy.

We’re really doing this.

Not even twenty-four hours together, and we’re making promises that would send any sane person running for the hills. Fallon and I are so magnetic, it’s fucking obnoxious, and I love every second of my life since she gave me a moment of her time.

“I have to get back. I’ll see you in six hours and … fifteen minutes?” She whispers as I start to hear chatter in the background.

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