Page 24 of The Trouble With Spells
“Oh that,” Callum didn’t sound the least bit concerned. “It will stop in a minute.”
Opening my mouth to ask how he could possibly know that, I decided better of it and clamped my lips together tightly. Moving my neck from side to side, I groaned whenit cracked. Damn that felt good. “Hurry up, now I need to go.”
“I can’t help it if I have a shy bladder!” Callum moaned.
“My offer to hold it stands.”
Out of the corner of my eye, in the medicine cabinet mirror, I saw Callum look at me over his shoulder. “Are you just trying to get a look at my dick?”
“Hold it. Look at it,” I shrugged, shifting my weight from one foot to the other, because we’d been at this for ten minutes if not more and I really did need to pee. “Either. Both. Mostly just want you to pee, so I can.”
Another thirty seconds of silence went by, then finally I heard a steady stream hitting the toilet, and Callum let out an audible sigh of relief.
“Finally!”
“This is so embarrassing,” he moaned, putting himself to rights and moving to the sink to wash his hands. Sliding past him, no easy feat in the tiny bathroom, I took care of my own business. “So, I hate to bring this up and cause you further embarrassment, but what’s the plan for when one of us…you know…”
“You know?” He sounded so confused, and I couldn’t help the grin that broke out across my face. Teasing Callum was probably more fun than it should be, but I couldn’t seem to help myself from doing it.
“Number two.”
Zipping up, I shouldered him from in front of the sink, watching him in the mirror as I washed up. I knew the minute it dawned on him what I meant because his cheeks took on that lovely pink hue they had gotten in the shop.
“Oh, um,” he ran a hand across the nape of his neck, which was almost as pink as his cheeks, “there’s a tiny half bath in the shop, for customers. And so we don’t have to run back up here. It’s small enough that one of us should be able to use it while one of us stays outside at the door.”
As I had quickly discovered when Callum had finally admitted, with red flaming cheeks, that he needed to use the restroom, the Turner house had a total of one full-size bathroom in it. Located upstairs, along with the four bedrooms that took up the second story of the house.
Technically, I could have probably waited in the hallway for Callum to do his business, but it would have been pushing the distance we knew made my head explode into a million pieces of pain, and neither one of us wanted that happening again anytime soon.
“I need to get changed for the tour,” Callum took a couple of steps, waiting to make sure I followed him. Which was cute and sweet. He was very worried about making sure we didn’t do anything to cause me any more pain.
I knew he felt horrible about binding us together and having to wait for Daphne to get home. He’d even offered to try to call the…coven? Witch retreat? I had no real graspon what it was his family was actually doing and with who, and I was good with that. In the end, I had told him it wasn’t necessary to try to reach his family and have them cut their…trip… short. They would be back the weekend after next, and it wasn’t like I was missing anything in my life while hanging out with Callum.
When I had checked with my condo’s management team, they had informed me we likely wouldn’t be let back into the building until early next week, if then. The fire Marshall was still assessing the damage and determining the cause. Plus there was the whole being banned from my office thing, my cases stripped from me, my hands well and truly slapped.
Okay, that was super dramatic, Michael, I told myself, following Callum into his small but neat bedroom, my eyes glued to his very round ass.You’re just feeling sorry for yourself.
Hex jumped up on the bed, meowing at both of us about something. Callum moved to his small closet and rummaged around, and I took the opportunity to get my first look at his space. The walls were a very pale…moving closer to get a better look, I chuckled. Purple. The walls were purple.
“What?” he asked, and I turned just in time to see him pulling a long-sleeved black shirt over his naked torso.
Well damn, I’d been so busy looking at the paint color on the walls I’d missed the good stuff. But the glimpse Igot of Callum’s pale tight skin, with a thin line of dark hair from his navel that disappeared into the waistband of his jeans, had my mouth watering. My dick gave an appreciative twitch too.
“Your walls are purple.” My hungry eyes ran down his body, now fully clothed again, and yeah, I liked what I saw. Callum had a sexy geeky nerd vibe going on. I had a feeling he had no clue just how sexy he was. And when he blushed so prettily–something he did surprisingly often–he was absolutely fucking adorable.
He pushed those glasses of his up his nose–God, those glasses made me want to do dirty, dirty things to him–and frowned. “I like purple. Besides, it's technically lilac.”
Biting my lip to keep from laughing at his distinction between the two, I busied my hands petting Hex. “My bad. Nice shirt.”
He smoothed the material over his stomach, “Macy’s idea.”
In bold red letters across his chest it read ‘1692…you missed one’. “Her walking tour is called 1692 Witchy Walking Tour. She’ll have a matching one on, and that’s how people who have bought tickets know we’re their tour guides for the night.”
“Huh,” I took a seat on his bed, then leaned back against the headboard. Might as well see if the bed was comfortable since we were going to need to sleep together. God, I was trying not to think about that. I never sleptwith people. Not in the true definition of the word. Just thinking of sleeping with someone in my bed made me twitchy. Always had. It’s why I never let any of my rando hit-it-and-quit-its stay over. Always asking them politely to leave when we were finished getting off. Okay, maybe not that nicely all the time, but certainly my asking shouldn’t have warranted a wannabe placing a spell on me and upturning my entire life. “That’s actually a good idea, as well as great marketing.”
“Most of the tours do something similar,” Callum was saying, standing in front of the mirror on his dresser and fussing with his hair. With his hand he brushed the thick, dark waves to one side, but one errant lock kept falling over his forehead. After a few swipes, he wrinkled his nose at his reflection and gave up.
“You look fine.” And he did. He really, really did. His jeans cradled his ass and long legs to perfection. He was long and lanky, but he had some light definition in his muscles. And the very brief look I’d gotten of his torso and stomach had revealed taut skin. His hair was artfully disheveled, a few longer locks tucked behind his ears, giving him a just rolled out of someone’s bed vibe.
