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I choose mine. The Lovers.
Rowan gasps. “Oh my God, it’s happening. This is it. This is the moment. Do you two feel it?”
Remy grabs Junie and backs out of the tent. “We’re out before they start singing Stevie Nicks.”
“I love Stevie Nicks,” Junie cries out as they walk away.
We follow, and the group starts to splinter off with families heading to the bonfire, Donna heads to the church to read spooky poetry aloud to everyone, and Ivy’s eyes trail Remy like a moth to a torch.
That’s when Willa tugs my sleeve and pulls me around the back of the bookstore.
“Shortcut?” I ask, raising a brow.
She doesn’t answer.
Just turns to face me in the glow of the bookstore light, the quiet hum of the night pressing in.
“You look good tonight,” she says, her voice softer than it’s been all evening.
I step closer. “You’ve been looking at me like you want to climb me like a tree.”
“Maybe I do.”
Heat coils low in my stomach. “What’s stopping you?”
Her fingers graze my chest, light and curious. “I think I’m scared.”
“Of me?”
“No.” Her voice drops to a whisper. “Of what I’ll feel when I let go.”
I don’t answer. Just cup her jaw and kiss her like I’ve wanted to since the second she walked back into my life.
She melts into it, hands sliding under my pirate shirt, fingers skating over my skin like she’s learning me all over again. The kiss deepens—sweet, then searing, then desperate. Her back hits the brick wall and I cage her in, her body warm against mine, lips parted in a gasp when I trail kisses down her jaw.
“Tate,” she whispers.
“I’ve wanted this since the moment we fell apart,” I murmur. “Since the day I left and wished I hadn’t.”
She pulls me back in like she doesn’t care about the past. Only this. Only now.
Behind us, a second-story window creaks.
Lilith’s voice calls out, cheerful as ever. “You’re still within coven jurisdiction, just so you know!”
Willa groans into my chest. “I hate it here.”
And for the first time in a long damn time, I love it here.
Chapter 21
Willa
I’ve lost a lot in my life,
but losing you?
That’s the one thing I can’t accept.
