Page 30 of The Trouble With Spells
People didn’t fall in love this quickly. Did they?
Was that what I was feeling? Was I in love? Surely not. It had just been an extremely stressful couple of days, I was hungry and tired, and Callum had been a steady anchor to hold on to.
Yet, with his body against mine, fitting together like we had been made for each other, him looking up at me through the lenses of his glasses with those green eyes of his, his pink lips softly parted, I knew I was just trying to talk myself into making some sense of the perplexing rabbit hole my mind had gone down.
“Have you bewitched me?” I whispered hoarsely, my eyes fixed on his lips, which were just right there. Looking plump and waiting.
Callum blinked slowly, like a cat, his lips curving up into a close-lipped smile. “I think we both know what a disaster that would be if I even tried.”
“I want to kiss you.”
“I know,” his tongue poked out and licked his bottom lip enticingly, “but not here. Not like this. I know this sounds silly, but I want it to be…special. Meaningful. I’m not trying to tease you or be difficult.”
He wasn’t. I knew that. I could see it in his eyes, feel it in his body. Didn’t make the need go away, though.
My stomach grumbled loudly, interrupting whatever the hell was happening between us, and we both snickered. “Our pizza awaits.”
Callum stepped back, out of my arms, and nothing had ever felt more wrong than that did. Grabbing his hand in mine, his fingers instantly grasped mine tightly, giving a short squeeze. “Walk me home?” he inquired, an impish grin teasing his lips.
“As if I could do anything else. This better be good pizza,” I warned him, as we headed in the direction of our waiting dinner. “Though honestly, I’m so hungry it could taste like cardboard and I wouldn’t care.”
“It’s good,” he assured me, swinging our arms with each step we took.
“Callum?”
“Hmmm?” he glanced over, his eyes shining.
“No taking advantage of me tonight,” my smile was mischievous, but I made my tone serious. “Since we’re going to have to share a bed. I’m gonna need you to keep your hands to yourself.”
He cocked one dark brow above the rim of his glasses. “Oh, did I forget to tell you? You’re sleeping on the floor. I told you I don’t put out on the first date.”
“The fuck I am.” There was no way in hell that was happening.
Callum threw his head back, laughing loudly, the sound warming every part of my body, and soon my laughter joined his. My cheeks actually ached from smiling and laughingso much today.
I couldn’t remember ever laughing so much with someone or enjoying their company as much as I had Callum’s.
All the things that filled my life, that I deemed more important than family or having a serious relationship, had faded into the background today. And I hadn’t missed them.
This man–this witch–had me spellbound and this was one spell I didn’t want anyone to break.
Chapter Fourteen
Callum
Michael freaking Endicott was in my bed!
It was every adolescent, high school fantasy I had ever conjured, come to life.
Had I really told the man he couldn’t kiss me?
I was a freaking idiot!
It was like I opened my mouth, and a complete stranger had taken over.Oh no, Michael, you can’t kiss me. I want the setting to be absolutely perfect. And it’s way too soon for us to lock lips.
Fucking. Idiot.
Huffing out a puff of air, I flipped from my side to my back and stared up at the ceiling in the darkness. The moon was bright tonight, letting in enough light that I could make out the outline ofobjects in the room.
