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I throw my arms around his shoulders and hug him tightly. He didn’t have to do this. He didn’t have to make my life more beautiful, more wonderful. He could’ve settled for my pleasure and I would’ve surrendered it as promised, but he chose to make me happy.
His arms band around my back and his lips find the spot on my neck that makes me moan and tilt my head.
“Did you just do this to get in my pants?” I ask.
He groans and the gentle vibration of his lips against my throat makes me shiver. “I don’t think I would fit in them.”
“It’s an expression,” I say, honestly not caring what his motivation was. I’m back in my fantasy place where I don’t have to worry about his emotions, or mine, or what the future looks like. He wanted to please me, whether for his selfish reasons or not, he did itfor me.
“Your muscles are so tight, you must be aching,” he murmurs, teeth grazing my neck. “You should let me massage you until you fall asleep.”
I rest my head against his shoulder, my heart soaring and mind reeling. Jason cheating on me may have been the best thing that ever happened to me.
I sigh. “That sounds like a perfect end to the evening.”
eleven
Moving Madness
There’s still no power, or a coffee maker, so I head into town in the morning to get the sweet nectar of the gods. Irene’s not working the diner—right, weekdays only—but there’s a nice guy who looks fresh out of high school who takes my coffee order and heads back to make it.
“You’re the new owner of the haunted springs, right?” he asks as he brings me two to-go cups of pumpkin spice.
“I am. Sylvia,” I say.
“Leonard,” he says, reaching for a handshake.
“You wouldn’t happen to be the Leonard who tagged the second floor, would you?”
His freckled cheeks turn pink and he rubs the back of his head. “Shit. Yeah. I am. That was, like, four years ago. Sorry about that.”
I smile. “It’s no problem, just…no more trespassing, okay? I’ve got a lot of work to do.”
“No kidding,” he says. “I mean, that place is a dump. Sorry. I mean, it’s really messed up and needs some help.”
I laugh. “Yeah, I know. I live there.”
“Uh, anyway, if you need any help, me and my friends are looking for some side work.”
“I think I’ve got it all in hand right now, but if I need anything I’ll drop by,” I say, waving as I turn for the door. I take a sip of the latte and my right eye nearly closes from how hard I cringe. Leonard needs a lesson from Irene.
I swing by the local computer store, MicroCellular, and pick up a nice three-pack of routers, then call the local cable company for a setup. Mark doesn’t have a corporation of that size in his pocket thankfully, and I get an appointment scheduled for later in the afternoon.
Now to get the power back on…
But first, snacks. I head to the corner store closest to my place and pick up a few bags of chips, loose kernel popcorn—since I still don’t have a microwave—some boxes of chocolate, and bags of gummies. I’m not sure what Apollo will like, so I try to get a decent spread.
When I get home, Apollo is lounging among the trees beyond the double doors, one of my books in his hand. I seriously think he’s reading it.
“I wish you were reading something more insightful than monster porn,” I say as I approach him with my bags and terrible coffee.
“It’s very insightful,” he says, setting the book aside. “Did you bring me another something to consume?”
“I did, but it’s disgusting so I don’t want you to have it,” I say, frowning at my sad latte.
He jumps up from his natural hammock and it dissolves back into the trees. “What is our task today, my witch?”
My pulse spikes at the endearment. “Again with the ‘my witch,’” I complain.
