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“I need to not think about you like that.” I clasped my hand over my mouth.

Overshare!

“How do you think about me?” He asked.

“Sorry. Look, would you stop?” I said, turning on him. “You’re not even telling me how you feel. You’re just asking me questions and trying to get me to tell you how I feel. That’s cowardly and not really attractive.”

He looked slightly stunned. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Exactly,” I said. “You didn’t mean anything by it and so it just means I’m hung out to dry.”

Now he looked confused. “I didn’t hang you out to dry,” he said. “I haven’t left you since the other night, even though you’ve barely spoken to me.”

“It’s because there shouldn’t have been a ‘the other night,’” I said.

Now he looked downright hurt, his face dropping in a puppy dog gaze. “I really enjoyed the other night,” he said, his voice deep and husky.

It did crazy things to my loins and to my stomach and to, well, every part of my body. “That’s not what I meant,” I stammered. “I mean, you know it’s like I enjoyed it too, but-”

He perked up. “You enjoyed it, too?”

“Are you an idiot? I mean, you’re really hot, but are you just plain stupid?" I couldn't stop the explosion. It was as if all my pent-up frustration with him and with myself needed an outlet. "How could I not enjoy being with you? Didn’t you hear me screaming and…and…didn’t you feel-? I mean, come on, obviously, I enjoyed it. If any woman has ever enjoyed having sex, it was me that night.”

Before I could stop him, he enveloped me in his strong arms. His heart beat rapidly and hot against my cheek. He crooked a finger under my chin and raised my face to his, taking his time he lowered his mouth to mine and slowly savored a kiss.

Chapter 35

The rain poured down hard on the outside of the house. Even though the roof was a story away, it still sounded incredibly loud. But I didn't mind. Coming from Los Angeles where there was rarely any rain, it was a wonderful reprieve. I was looking forward to settling in for the winter and enjoying the snow when it came. But for tonight, let it rain.

“We need a better place to hang out,” Anita said. She was perched on the edge of the bench that took up one side of the kitchen table.

“The table is big enough,” Trina said. “There’s room for all of us.”

“But you’re taking up half of it with your potions,” Anita snapped at her mother.

“Do you know what,” I said standing up. “I think Anita is right. Come with me.” I motioned the coven to join me in the red room. “Somebody teach me some magic,” I said. “It’s time to re-decorate.”

Hilda looked shocked. “I don’t think that’s really a done thing around here.”

“There are some rules and regulations I realize I have to agree with,” I pointed out. “Such as the Guardian, the Watchers, and me being the Keeper. I understand all those rules. But I don’t think there’s a rule around how I decorate my living room.” I put my hands on my hips and glared at her, pretending to be fierce, but she just chuckled.

“You’re probably right,” Hilda shrugged. “You just have to understand, it’s looked like this for my entire life, which has been quite long, and to have it suddenly change, well, it’s kind of a shock.”

“I think it’s a great shock,” Anita said, waving her hands in the air with sparkles flying off them as she walked towards the red room.

“Here we go,” Drake said. “Now it’ll be the pink sequin room.”

“I don’t think that’s fair,” I said. “Drake, you’re the only male in the coven. Why don’t you take the corner next to the fireplace and do it up however you want?”

“Are you for real?” Drake asked.

“Why not?” I responded. “There’s only so much space in this room, so there are parameters based on square footage.”

“Does it make sense for each of us to have a section?” Anita asked.

“Well, I was hoping Hilda would decorate the entire room with her plant magic.” I smiled at the wizened old lady, who clapped her hands in delight.

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