Page 23 of Magic or Madness

Nothing phases Fallon, even when I’m making light out of something she’s sharing with me, she takes it in stride. It's almost like there’s a thick layer of skin protecting her from anything that would bother almost anyone else.

“It’s fascinating. All the powers they allegedly had, their complex relationships, oh, I could study it endlessly. Have you heard the story of Poseidon?”

“I can’t say that I have, Bambi,” I laugh, and her eyes light up again, a small smile creeping across her face.

Clearly, she loves to talk about the fantasies that go on in her head, or share things she’s passionate about, and I’m more than happy to be her audience.

“He was the God of the Sea. The story,The Odyssey, is about Odysseus and his crew, who dealt directly with Poseidon. Anyway, that’s the first thing I thought when I saw you, that you looked like aGod of the Sea.” She bites her lip, her cheeks flushed pink as she describes her first thoughts of me.

“You thought I looked like a God?” I ask, swiping the hair out of her eyes.

“Yes. Still do,my handsome Greek God.” She smiles, and it’s the brightest expression of excitement I’ve ever seen on someone's face.

“I’ll be your God, Bambi,” I tease, cupping her cheek, and bringing her lips to mine.

She scoots closer to me, and I pull her onto my lap, her ass pressing against the steering wheel as I part her lips with my tongue. She tangles her hands in my hair, moaning into my mouth, and I squeeze her hips, grinding her against the growing erection in my jeans.

I bite her lip, tugging it softly, which makes her moan again, and I tear my lips off hers, trailing gentle kisses down her jaw, and over the purple marks I left on her neck last night. She’s marked asmine, and there’snothingsexier than a woman who dons the love bites of her man.

“Ozzy,” she groans, rolling her hips on me once again, but the rumble in her stomach is enough to break up the moment.

“Let’s get you some food,my beautiful girl,” I whisper against her collarbone as she reluctantly climbs off me.

She fixes my hair in the places she tangled it, peppering soft kisses on my nose, and her touch is addictive, something I never thought would be possible with another person. I take her hand, leading her into the restaurant and protecting her as we walk through the doors. If there’s one thing I learned, it’s to always keep your guard up, and when it comes to Fallon, I’ll always be on alert. Nobody will so much as breathe in her direction when she’s with me.

We both order our meals, and I watch as her eyes light up when the food comes to our table.

She wasn’t kidding, she doesn’t mess around when it comes to sandwiches, and she ordered what she calls her absolute favorite: a buffalo chicken with lettuce and an ungodly amount of pickles.

Everything new I’ve learned about her in the last hour is stored in my brain, a space that I specifically cleared out to remember every single detail she shares. I want to surprise herwith her favorite things, or learn a few facts about the topics she’s obsessed with, even if that includes learning about Greek mythology.

“Tell me more about what goes on inside that pretty head of yours, Bambi,” I say between bites, and she mulls it over for a few seconds.

“Well, I’m really good at math. Like, at all times, equations are going through my head. I can relate anything to numbers,” she answers, and I cock my head in disbelief.

“Really? You don’t seem like the math nerd type.” I laugh, and she shoots me a dirty look while sipping her diet soda.

“Excuse you, being smart does not mean you’re a nerd.” I raise my hands in defense, slightly afraid of the sternness in her tone, and in turn, apologize for calling her a nerd.

“Come on, Bambi. Let’s tackle your friends so I can spend the rest of the night with you,” I say, and she blushes, cleaning the table for us.

“They’re so mad at me for staying with you, this might be the worst idea ever,” she confesses, linking her hand in mine while we walk across the parking lot.

The sun is beginning to set, the darkened clouds taking over the sky with only a few streaks of pink to signal the end of another day. Thankfully, tomorrow, I’ll be waking up beside the most beautiful girl in the world, again.

“We’ve got this, Fallon. You and I? We’re magnetic. They’ll understand once they see us together,” I tell her, which only slightly eases the tension in her body.

I keep my hand on her thigh the entire ride back to her apartment, listening as she sings along with the radio. It’s awful, but also the most spectacular thing I’ve ever heard. Instead of being awkward, hiding the true parts of ourselves and being reserved around each other, we’ve taken the road less traveled, opting to show everything all at once.

When we pull up to her apartment building, her demeanor changes, as if she’s switching into defense mode.

“Hey, Bambi, look at me. We’ve got this okay? If they don’t like me, that’s fine, but nothing will keep me from you. I promise,” I say gently, holding her by the waist while she stands on her tiptoes to reach my lips.

“Let’s do this, myGreek God.”

“You’re a dork, Fallon.” I smile, and she bumps me with her hip as we enter through the lobby door.

“You’re the only one who knows that,” she laughs, and I take her hand in mine, guiding us up the stairs to her apartment.

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